"Qin Yang, you're here after all..." Jin Wanshan glanced around, his expression growing anxious.
The lineup of assassins was nothing short of formidable. He had originally come to retrieve Qin Yang, but now his only thought was how to warn him to flee immediately.
Gongsun Ming and Lou Qinru exchanged a glance, remaining silent.
They had been here for some time, but the sudden appearance of a glowing screen on the wall had halted their progress.
Indeed, they had witnessed every detail of Nangong Ling's slaughter of his own subordinate!
"I never imagined Nangong Ling could be such a person! I actually thought he was a leader among the younger generation!"
"Ugh! This kind of person would kill his own for reputation - a two-legged beast in human clothing! No, worse than a beast!"
"And Wei Yu too! Second only to Nangong Ling in status and power, yet he's colluding with him!"
"We treated them so well before..."
The Qin family members whispered among themselves, their contempt for Nangong Ling and Wei Yu palpable.
The Qin elders, however, wore smiles. They cared not for the rest - their only concern was eliminating Qin Yang.
"The Demon Hunter's Field's formation is in disarray and dilapidated," one elder remarked. "Many beasts have escaped, yet some remain trapped. The field still retains partial functionality. This screen displays images from surveillance talismans connected to the monitoring formation."
Another elder added, "These talismans were originally stationed at the central arena to observe beast battles. They can follow the host anywhere within the field, broadcasting scenes. Qin Yang must have gone to the arena, where the surveillance talisman mistook him for the host, hence its persistent pursuit."
"With the formation's flaws, the surveillance talisman operates autonomously now. It'll likely continue following Qin Yang indefinitely."
"This time, I'll see how the boy plans to escape!"
Armed with the surveillance talisman, the Qin Family elders felt assured of success.
In the screen's view, Qin Yang turned back toward the danger.
"Heh, instead of fleeing for his life, he dares return to seek death?" Nangong Ling sneered at Qin Yang's return.
Wei Yu, ever vigilant, whispered, "If he's come back, he must have..."
"What's there to fear? He's already severely wounded. Do you really think his claim of spending two hours healing on the array screen was genuine? This was all deliberate." Nangong Ling glared coldly at Qin Yang. "Kill him, and everything will be resolved. After attending Qin Wuyi and Lou Mengyu's wedding, I'll return to the Celestial Continent as the top demon hunter on the leaderboard!"
Whoosh!
Nangong Ling drew his bow and loosed an arrow.
Without a sound, Qin Yang reached out and caught the arrow mid-flight.
"Nangong Ling, your archery skills are useless against me," Qin Yang said with a smile. "Have you forgotten something?"
Nangong Ling's face paled as he instinctively took several steps back.
Within ten steps, fists become faster!
This had become Nangong Ling's deepest fear.
Wei Yu's face stiffened. Unable to use a bow himself, he couldn't retreat with Nangong Ling. As a result, most of Qin Yang's overwhelming pressure now fell upon him.
Watching Nangong Ling's continuous retreat, Qin Yang shook his head gently. "It seems you've forgotten something else."
Nangong Ling's expression darkened. If Qin Yang could catch arrows bare-handed, distance meant nothing!
"It was only because I held back. Did you really think you could catch my arrows?" Nangong Ling's gaze hardened as he flipped his hand, revealing a porcelain bottle.
Wei Yu clutched a magical lamp, its light failing to reach Nangong Ling.
Though Qin Yang didn't activate the lamp, the surveillance artifact focused its brightest beam directly on Nangong Ling.
No one had noticed Nangong Ling's movements until now, but the surveillance artifact's spotlight effect now illuminated him completely.
Nangong Ling froze mid-action of swallowing a pill. After several heartbeats, he finally swallowed with a gulp, expressionlessly stowing the porcelain bottle.
Wei Yu's face twisted with suspicion. "Was that...?"
Nangong Ling shuddered violently, his skin flushing crimson.
"Deal with Qin Yang first!" A feral intensity burned in Nangong Ling's eyes as he drew another arrow. A tempest erupted in Kitchen 3.
Spiritual energy surged violently, forced into the arrow. The blade's tip glowed with an eerie azure-white light.
The surveillance artifact's spotlight flickered momentarily before stabilizing. Yet on the screen, the image had transformed.
The invisible spiritual energy was now marked in a special way, making it clear to see. The energy was swirling around, being devoured by the arrow.
This was what caused the fierce wind.
"Is that the fourth arrow of the Shocking Feather Arrow Technique?" Qin Yang frowned. After four arrows, only those in the Zongshi Realm could unleash such power. This fourth arrow combined the true essence of the first three, creating overwhelming force, but it required time to build up.
"He's only in the Qi Sea Realm. How can he shoot the fourth arrow of the Shocking Feather Arrow Technique?" Qin Yang knew the technique thoroughly. "Did he just eat an explosion pill?"
Qin Yang clicked his tongue. For an ordinary cultivator at the peak of the Qi Sea Realm, this arrow would mean certain death.
Unfortunately, his opponent was him!
Not only had he endured ice and fire tempering, making his physique rival that of a mythical beast, but more importantly, he mastered the Anger Blood Art!
"Your Anger Blood Art hasn't even activated yet. That explosion pill you ate was a waste."
Qin Yang stood calmly, the Yin-Yang All-Embracing Art circulating within him. His aura suddenly surged, becoming even more violent than Nangong Ling's!
"It clearly has no side effects, yet I still need to activate it manually," Qin Yang muttered under his breath, silently grumbling at the system.
After activating the Anger Blood Art, Qin Yang's emotions surged with primal fury, his battle intent burning like an inferno.
Could it be that activating the Anger Blood Art actually alters one's emotions? Qin Yang's mind raced with wild speculation.
"Hmph! You dare not flee my arrow and instead let your guard down?" Nangong Ling roared, his bowstring thrumming with gathered energy. "Such arrogance! If you don't die, who else should?"
"Shocking Feather Arrow Technique, Fourth Arrow!"
Whist! The arrow pierced the air, its passage warping the very space around it into a crushing pressure that threatened to collapse everything in its path.
Qin Yang activated the Dragon Soaring Steps, his figure shifting sideways in a blur. The arrow had missed its mark! But Qin Yang's ambitions went beyond mere evasion.
His hand shot out, catching the arrow mid-flight. The concentrated spiritual energy within the projectile detonated against his iron-hard grip, the arrow dissolving into nothingness in an instant.
"How is this possible?!" Wei Yu's pupils contracted. If it were him, he wouldn't have been able to dodge, let alone catch the arrow! Had Qin Yang become this powerful?
Qin Yang smiled faintly. Apart from a slight sting in his palm, it had required no effort at all.
"Again!" Qin Yang shouted. His gaze shifted to Wei Yu standing nearby, and the terrifying intensity on his face vanished instantly.
This won't do, Qin Yang thought. I haven't copied Wei Yu's cultivation techniques yet. What if I scare him into not attacking?
Qin Yang's eyes darted about as he discreetly tucked his hand—still smoking from the arrow's explosion—behind his back.
Nangong Ling's heart raced with fear. He'd already prepared to flee, but seeing Qin Yang's subtle movement, his eyes lit up with sudden understanding.
"Hahaha! That arrow was just a test. Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant you your wish!" Nangong Ling drew his bow again, aiming at Qin Yang.
Qin Yang remained in place, though he shifted his stance back half a step.
This sight boosted Nangong Ling's confidence exponentially. He drew his bow taut once more, gathering energy for another shot.