Qian Jin turned back to look at Duan Feng Bu Er, who pushed aside General Feng's arm and approached, watching Duan Feng Bu Er raise his right palm, watching him open his mouth, and listening to him speak again. “I said, comrade, don’t get emotional.

Actually, I was tricking Uncle Feng.” Duan Feng Bu Er lowered his voice conspiratorially into Qian Jin’s ear: “I was actually afraid you’d die, and then I’d have nowhere to get free cigarettes. In this day and age, a sucker like you who doesn’t know the value of a cigarette is really hard to find.” Qian Jin launched a kick toward Duan Feng Bu Er, but the warrior of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline slid his body, deftly evading the strike, a roguish grin plastered on his face.

Under Qian Jin's gaze, Fen Tu Kuang Ge spoke without hesitation: “You promised to guide me toward becoming stronger, and you haven't done it yet. I have to stick with you.” “I have nowhere else to go,” Chekefulite said sparingly.

Qian Jin smiled, looking at the three of them, and murmured softly, “What a collection of flimsy excuses.” “These young people…” General Feng watched the retreating figures of the four as they charged out of the fortress on horseback, shaking his head repeatedly: “I hope you remember today, and never forget this bond in your lifetime.” “Why are they going back beyond the frontier again?” Lei Wei looked at the disappearing quartet with surprise, a cold, sinister smile immediately surfacing: “It’s so chaotic out there; it’s the perfect place for them to die. This time, I’ll give them a hand—Lelika!” The slender warrior among the two guards bent low, his ear near Lei Wei’s side: “Young Master, what are your orders?” “You go out too, and explain the situation to Great Sword.” Lei Wei grinned maliciously: “Trying to ruin my plans?

Once you two go out this time, don't even think about coming back! If Great Sword doesn't react to this incident, you spread the word.

Out in the frontier, if a member is killed and the group doesn't dare retaliate…” Lelika straightened up, the blue eyes beneath his golden eyebrows flashing with a hint of contemplation. No wonder the family head said that if Young Master Lei Wei could just fix his flaws of lechery and impatience, he would be a vicious viper.

Now, while he was still lustful, observing the situation calmly after it occurred, he immediately devised such a venomous plan, ruthlessly utilizing the laws of the grassland to manipulate the Great Sword Bandit Group, the sixth largest among the ten major frontier bandit organizations. In the frontier, if a bandit group member was killed and they dared not seek revenge, they would be looked down upon by any surrounding bandit group.

Simultaneously, anxiety would plague the group’s internal members over the lack of vengeance for their fallen comrade, leading them to defect to other groups, causing the original group to completely collapse. Mu Ne Shou Da once recorded that the tenth largest frontier bandit group back then, the Blazing Fire Bandits, collapsed overnight precisely because one member was killed and no retaliation was sought.

To this day, this incident remains deeply imprinted in the minds of every bandit. “Young Master, I understand,” Lelika hurried toward the stables.

“Robuzeta.” Lei Wei narrowed his peach blossom eyes into slits: “You follow those four. Don’t let them detect you.

Take that female Firehead Pigeon with you, and when you find them settling down for a long rest, send a message to Lelika.” “Your plan is meticulous, Young Master,” Robuzeta bowed humbly and turned toward the stables. Lei Wei turned back to watch Robuzeta’s retreating figure, smiling smugly.

This guard was more useful than Lelika; at least he knew when to compliment his master. “Firehead Pigeon…” Lei Wei stretched leisurely as he strolled: “Within a thousand miles, they can sense their mate’s location without any guidance.

Forget the bloodline warrior not knowing what I’m planning against him—even if he knew, he couldn’t fathom how I’d track them! It seems I can settle this without even returning to Yongliu.” “However…” Lei Wei frowned, looking up at the sky: “Why are they heading back to the frontier?

What is attracting them there? What are they looking for?

Did they fail to find it last time?” “Still haven’t found it…” Hong Liu Shi Zhan stood quietly behind Fabredis, listening to the sigh of this man who was once the strongest in the Hongliu War Fortress. These past few days, they had not only clashed with the major frontier bandit groups but also engaged the Dark Department twice, yet they still hadn't found a shred of news about Qian Jin.

It was as if the young warrior who assassinated the Dark Department’s two-star operative had vanished into thin air. “How can we possibly find him?” Fabredis murmured lowly, “How can we find him?

How can we find him?” “We’ll go ask the bandits for help,” Qian Jin turned back to answer Duan Feng Bu Er, who had questioned him: “According to General Feng, Fabredis has been quite famous in the frontier these days. Even if no one knows his exact location, they should know his general whereabouts, right?” “Makes sense,” Duan Feng Bu Er said, taking a drag on his cigarette while leaning on his horse.

“If he’s really as awe-inspiring as General Feng claims, the bandits are probably giving him a wide berth, so they should naturally know his general location.” “Exactly! So we just need to find a lone bandit…” Qian Jin leaned back on his horse and glanced behind them at the sightless wilderness, frowning slightly: “We’re being followed.” “You can even tell that?” Duan Feng Bu Er took a harsh pull of his cigarette.

“How did you know?” Qian Jin pointed to the birds in the sky: “If no one startled them, it’s normal for a few to fly up occasionally. But this entire flock suddenly taking to the sky and chirping means they were clearly frightened.” “Could it be wild beasts?” “No,” Qian Jin shook his head.

“It’s more likely people.” “Then…” Duan Feng Bu Er looked toward Qian Jin: “Stop?” “Of course, we stop,” Qian Jin pointed to a distant hill dotted with small trees. “Let’s go there and see who it is.” Clip-clop… clip-clop… clip-clop… Robuzeta bounced on his saddle, following the galloping horses until he reached the vicinity of the hill.

He dismounted, reached down to touch the trampled green grass, and followed the path with his eyes toward the hill, murmuring to himself: “Why did they enter this small forest? Is what they’re looking for here?” Robuzeta led his horse toward the woods.

This area was not suitable for riding, and riding would easily expose his position. He had to be cautious, extremely cautious, until he confirmed the foursome’s resting spot!

The moment Robuzeta’s feet touched the ground in the woods, his body stiffened, freezing in place, daring not to move. An arrow, half-buried in the leaves, gleamed.

More terrifying than the arrow itself was the master controlling it. A chilling killing intent wasn't just locked onto him; it enveloped his entire being like a net.

Robuzeta was certain that any slight movement would result in an arrow piercing his body. Even if he miraculously survived the arrow, the power of the Demon Quelling Warriors from the three other ambushes surrounding the area would be enough to instantly annihilate him!

Especially that ferocious bloodline warrior, the seventh-rank Demon Quelling Warrior! That one alone was enough to determine the outcome of the battle!

If he hadn't entered the woods, he might have escaped, but now, there wasn't even a chance to flee. “Isn’t this Robuzeta?” Qian Jin slowly stood up, and the leaves on his body slid away to the sides.

Robuzeta’s pupils contracted sharply as he looked at Qian Jin. His stiff facial muscles stretched into an unnatural smile: “What a coincidence, you’re here too…” “Coincidence?” Qian Jin looked at Robuzeta with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

If he hadn’t clearly seen who it was, he would have already loosed an arrow and left a hole in him. “I’ve actually been waiting for you.” “Is this interesting?” Qian Jin coldly interrupted Robuzeta.

“I have very little patience. If you keep beating around the bush, I’ll shoot you dead.” Robuzeta looked at the fierce light shooting from Qian Jin’s eyes and felt a chilling sensation course through him, as if his hair were standing on end.

The killing intent was saturated with a pungent smell of blood. These words were definitely not empty threats; he was absolutely capable of carrying them out.

If he continued to conceal the truth… Robuzeta didn’t doubt for a second that Qian Jin would blow his head off with one arrow. Under the interference of this bloody killing intent, a person’s reaction time would slow considerably, and even if they saw an archer’s attack, they might not be able to dodge it.

Robuzeta sighed, tilting his head up: “Our Young Master asked me to…” Qian Jin nodded slightly, signaling him to continue. “Our Young Master asked me to follow you, and if I saw you running into trouble, I was to help you… Ah!” Robuzeta clutched his left knee, from which blood sprayed forth like a gushing spring, recalling the terrifying arrow shot just moments ago!

Fast! Robuzeta only saw a flash of light and heard the twang of the bowstring when he realized the limb beneath his left knee was gone!

The grass behind his body had been pierced by the arrow, leaving only the slight tip of the fletching showing; the entire arrow shaft had buried itself deep into the ground! One arrow, shattering his leg!

Robuzeta broke out in a cold sweat, his body trembling uncontrollably as he stared fearfully at Qian Jin, the terrifying archer! His dreadfulness even surpassed that of a fifth or even sixth-rank Demon Quelling Warrior!

His cold heart prevented the attacked party from sensing any intention at all. “You can lie again,” Qian Jin slowly drew his bow.

“I guarantee I’ll shoot off your other leg.” Robuzeta’s teeth chattered incessantly: “Telling the truth means death, and not telling the truth also means death. Do you think I’m a fool?” “You are clever,” Qian Jin nodded.

“I read in a book that if you coat a person’s wound with honey and then toss them into an anthill…” Duan Feng Bu Er subconsciously scratched his numb scalp: “What kind of book is that… so cruel?” “There’s another method,” Qian Jin said, looking at the terrified Robuzeta. “Pour boiling water over a person, then use an iron brush to scrape off their skin layer by layer…” Duan Feng Bu Er whispered: “Old Qian, how do you know so many terrifying tortures?” Qian Jin raised an eyebrow.

“Actually, there are many more, but I remember these two quite vividly.” “I’ll talk,” Robuzeta’s rigid body went limp. “My Young Master first sent me to follow you, release the Firehead Pigeon, and contact him to confirm your location…” “Lei Wei…” Gao Lou Da Sha Ba Shou Fa Qian Yan’s eyelids slowly lowered.

Robuzeta’s lifeless eyes suddenly flashed with intense brilliance, kicking off his right leg to lunge directly at Chekefulite! Over a decade of combat experience—he was waiting for this exact moment!

Robuzeta’s right arm shot out, his knuckles cracking incessantly. His thick, calloused hand grabbed for Chekefulite’s throat!

This young man was the weakest of the four! With his second-rank Demon Quelling Warrior strength, at such close range, with Chekefulite momentarily distracted, he had over a seventy percent chance of success.

Wait for death? A ferocious, wicked smile spread across Robuzeta’s face.

He could already feel his fingers brushing against the tender skin of Chekefulite’s neck. If he could just seize this second-rank Demon Quelling Warrior hostage, he wouldn’t have to wait for death!

He could… Chekefulite’s eyes instantly turned as dark as obsidian. The power of the Fallen Angel bloodline roared within him, and a fierce strength erupted from his body!

The single wing, covered in soft, gorgeous black feathers, tore through the clothing on his back with a whoosh, fully unfurling! Sacredness!

A fighting aura, dark yet imbued with sacred purity, savage, brutal, and arrogant, exploded forth from Chekefulite’s body. His slender five fingers, like the most perfect work forged by the greatest master artist, formed a stunning iron hand.

Beautiful… No! Perfect!

Robuzeta saw a hand of perfect beauty block the space in front of Chekefulite’s neck. It collided squarely with his own palm, feeling as if he had struck a thick slab of iron.

The sensation of pain had just entered his brain when he was overwhelmed by shock. A Demon Warrior of the Fallen Angel Bloodline!

Rumors claimed that this Fallen Angel bloodline was exclusive to the Lucifer lineage, the royal family of the Demon Race! And yet… they actually maintained a human appearance normally!

Among these four, one of them was a Demon! And not just any Demon, but a Demon Martial Artist possessing the unique Fallen Angel bloodline of the Demon Race’s royalty, Lucifer!

What kind of small group was this?