Chapter 161: Desperate Situation

  Chapter 161: Desperate Situation

  Upon hearing these words, Xia Ya almost fell off his chair. After managing to sit back up straight, he carefully examined the person sent by Kavihir, looking for any sign of joking on their face. However, seeing that they were completely serious, Xia Ya couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt in his heart. He tentatively asked: "W-what did you just say? I didn't quite catch it, could you repeat yourself?"

  "We're willing to offer 20% off the original price of three million," the person replied.

  This time Xia Ya heard clearly! Every single word was crystal clear and left no room for misinterpretation. However, his jaw dropped in shock, almost hitting the floor, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

  He, he, what kind of trick is this old fellow playing?

  Thirty thousand is too expensive, and you still want to haggle?

  Is Kavihr old house suddenly gone mad? Is he willing to do such a thing?

  I've heard of spending money to buy a slave, spending money to buy a woman, and spending money to buy sex, but I've never heard of spending money to buy an apprentice!

  "That," said Shaya, "this money, was it I who gave it to him or he who gave it to me?" As soon as the question was asked, the servant looked at Shaya with an expression as if looking at a fool and retorted: "Baron, didn't you ask our master for money?" Ah, that's right.

  Xia Ya's heart was at ease! He was afraid that Kavihr would misunderstand and think he, Xia Ya, was going to pay for his apprenticeship. Now that he was on the verge of bankruptcy, where would he get the money to do so?

  But then I felt uneasy again: Is Kavishir giving me money? Is that old guy really giving me money?

  Even if he really gave it to me, would I really dare take it?

  Xia Ya let out a wry smile, pinched his own chin and hesitated for half a day, almost turning his good chin into a flat chin. Finally, he steeled himself: damn it, since he's willing to give me money to spend, I won't refuse! After taking the money, I'll run away to the border, and in the future, when the sky is high and the emperor is far away, what can he do to me?!

  "Alright! You go back and bring the money, I'll write the letter of apprenticeship!" The servant looked relieved as Xia Ya spoke, but a sly expression appeared on his wooden face: "No need to waste time going back and forth anymore, Baron. I've already brought the money." After finishing speaking, he bowed to Xia Ya, turned around and ran out of the room, rushing out of the courtyard. Not long after, a large horse carriage turned in from the street corner and drove to the entrance of Xia Ya's mansion. Two servants jumped down, carried a trunk into the house.

  At this moment, Xia Ya also followed out and stood in the yard, watching as the other party carefully carried a large trunk to his front, put it down, opened the trunk, and suddenly there was a flash of gold inside. The whole box was filled with neatly stacked palm-sized gold bars! Moreover, these gold bars were not ordinary yellow gold, but purple gold that was even more valuable than yellow gold. According to the exchange rate in the empire, one piece of purple gold could be exchanged for about six pieces of equal weight of yellow gold.

  "Baron." The servant bowed to Xia Ya, saying respectfully: "This is some money that our master had me bring. It's a total of 1,000 purple gold coins, equivalent to 24,000 imperial gold coins. Please accept it." Xia Ya: "………………" After being silent for half a moment, he suddenly looked at the servant: "You brought this money just now? You're giving it to me like this, aren't you afraid I'll take the money and then deny it?" The servant's face, which seemed honest and wooden, revealed a hint of a smile. That smile appeared to Xia Ya as if it had an air of arrogance: "Our master said that even if you try to cheat, you wouldn't dare." "……" Xia Ya was thoroughly convinced.

  He was just shooting randomly before, and then regretted it. He also worried that he would offend Kavihr, the jinx, but unexpectedly, the old man actually accompanied him in his madness?

  Twenty-four thousand gold coins! That's equivalent to seven or eight years of income for a small noble like myself!

  This old man is really wealthy. Xia Ya's thoughts became active, and he thought that having such a rich teacher wasn't bad either.

  Whether it was excitement or regret, but at this moment, Xia Ya had already been forced into a corner and could no longer refuse.

  He turned over and jumped into the river with his eyes closed, not thinking about anything. He ran back to his room, found a pen and paper, and wrote a few lines:

  "I, Imperial Baron Shayare, admire the great talent of Lord Cavishill and wish to become his disciple. Here is my application! Additionally: I have included a tuition fee of 24,000 gold coins, which will not be refunded!" After drying the ink, he took it out and handed it to the servant, waving his hand and saying:

  "Alright! Take this back and hand it over!" The servant looked at the letter of apprenticeship in his hand, and his eyes twitched twice. He thought to himself: This Fuguo family is really a bunch of fools. In the imperial capital, disciples who follow our master are either wealthy or noble, and others can't even get an audience. This kid, this letter of apprenticeship he wrote is like a loan agreement, where's the respect and courtesy?

  Xia Ya wrote the letter of apprenticeship, but after waiting for a while, he saw that Kavi's servant had no intention of leaving. He stared and said, "What are you still waiting for? Are you waiting for dinner here?" The servant thought to himself, but smiled on his face: "Since we've become master and apprentice, then the Baron is now family. Hmm, before I came, the old master told me there were a few more things." Indeed, it's not easy to get money from Kavi!

  Here is the translation:

  Xia Ya's heart skipped a beat: "Alright, speak." The servant became even more respectful: "Firstly, according to our Byzantine customs, when disciples pay homage to their masters, they must show respect with a sum of money. This is just a formality, but it can't be omitted, otherwise it would not only lose face for our master, but also for you, Baron. Others will say that you don't understand the importance of respecting one's teacher." Xia Ya's face turned pale: "What about this payment? How much is it?" The servant replied: "Don't worry too much, it's just a formality. Our master has set a rule to avoid comparisons among students, so everyone pays the same amount when they pay homage. Whatever other disciples of our master pay, you will also pay the same amount, not more or less, in order to show fairness."

  "Name a number," Xia Ya's heart tightened. This old master was a renowned scholar in the imperial capital for decades, an imperial minister, and the emperor's teacher. He had taken on a few students before, and his teaching credentials were impeccable, as he raised two fingers to emphasize this point.

  "Two hundred?" Xia Ya's face turned red as she spoke up.

  The servant flipped his eyelid: "Baron, you're joking, it's not just our master, even if it's the Imperial Capital Academy, if you dare to report this number, you'll definitely be beaten out." Xia Ya's face twitched: "Two thousand?" The servant nodded.

  Xia Ya felt a pang in her heart, but then she thought: the wool comes from the sheep's body. Anyway, these more than 20,000 gold coins were free, so even if she gave him some back, it wouldn't be anything, just 2,000 was fine.

  "Alright! I've contributed to the teacher's fund, you can just take some from here and bring it back." Xia Ya was also happy to be generous.

  "The Baron indeed understands the importance of respecting one's teacher and the way." The servant praised, then said: "And there is a second matter." "A second?" Xia Ya's heart secretly cried out in alarm.

  The servant smiled and said: "It's almost time for the Spring Festival, according to our Byzantine calendar.

  It's a human custom that on the day of spring sacrifice, which is also the time for diligent study and hard work, every family sends some gifts to their teachers in the hope of getting good luck.

  Xia Ya's face turned ugly: "This... how much?"

  "Not many, just this number." The servant still held up two fingers.

  Xia Ya scratched her head: "Okay! You can also move some back from the box."

  "Thank you, milord." The servant smiled and continued, "And what about the third item..."

  "What else?!" Xia Ya glared.

  Well, it's not necessary to say this, but since you're already Master's student now, I might as well tell you. It just so happens that in a few days, it'll be Master's birthday. According to our Byzantine customs, when the teacher has a birthday, the disciples naturally have to offer their congratulations. Following custom, the gift money is usually rounded up, and since Master is 54 this year, which means he's "looking at" 60, so the gift money should also be rounded up to six.

  "You mean six thousand?" Xia Ya took a sharp breath in surprise.

  "That's right, last year when the old master was 53 years old, Huang Xian Dian and several other disciples each gave 6,000 yuan. This year is also the same as usual." The servant's smiling face made Xia Ya feel an urge to punch his nose in.

  "Take it away! Just take it away!" Xia Ya shouted with a glare.

  "Thank you, milord." The servant bowed again and continued: "Also," "Stop!!" Xia Ya was startled and hastily shouted, cutting off the other's words: "Don't say anymore!"

  "If you go on like this, I'm afraid this little money won't be enough for you to come and go, I'm afraid I'll have to pay out of my own pocket!"

  The servant looked at Xia Ya's expression, secretly laughing in his heart, and respectfully said: "That's all I have to say. The old master asked me to pass on a message to you, wishing you a safe journey, and when you arrive, be careful with your governance and official duties. If there's anything unclear, write back to us. After finishing speaking, the servant took out half of the gold coins from the trunk with his companions who came together, carried them onto the horse carriage outside, and then left in a hurry.

  Xia Ya looked at the trunk and suddenly felt a little less wealthy, and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

  Alright, 24,000 gold coins, 2,000 for the teacher's fee, 2,000 for the spring festival gift, and 6,000 for birthday gifts. After deducting all these, I'll get back 10,000!

  Fortunately, there were still 14,000 left. Luckily, I reacted quickly and stopped the other person's words, otherwise today might not have gotten any money back, really had to pay out of pocket. Xia Ya let out a sigh of relief, picked up a few pieces of purple gold pastry, was carefully examining them, when suddenly remembered something, instantly turned pale!

  "Not good!" Xia Ya stomped her foot, sweating profusely: "I've been cheated!"

  The two thousand yuan for the teacher's gift is just a one-time expense, and there won't be any more after that! But what about those damn Spring Festival gifts and birthday presents? We gave them this year, and we'll have to give them every year from now on!!

  That's 8,000 gold coins every year!! What if this old guy is a bit tougher and lives longer, after he passes sixty years old, according to that "rounding up" rule, after passing sixty it's considered seventy, so the birthday gift money will increase by another 1,000 each year!

  Although there is still 14,000 gold coins in hand, it's not enough to give the old man two years' worth of gifts!! At most by next year, I'll have to take out my own money!

  What a blunder! This teacher is really expensive! Where can I find 8,000 gold coins every year? As a young lord, my annual income is only 2-3,000 gold coins. Xia Zhi stomped his feet and circled the courtyard several times, looking up at the sky with a long sigh, regretting it so much that he felt like his intestines were clear.

  But suddenly an idea struck him: this old Cavishill, it seems, really has money!

  His way of collecting money is like this: for several apprentices, it's an annual income of tens of thousands of gold coins!

  If he took in a hundred and eighty more apprentices, wouldn't that be like having a mountain of gold and silver pouring in every year?

  Damn it... I didn't know making education could make so much money!

  The turtle's two eyes shone with golden light: "I, as a baron, have been to the battlefield to fight and risk my life, and in a year I can earn only two or three thousand gold coins. This old man, staying at home, teaching his disciples, and speaking less than a hundred words, can earn tens of thousands of gold coins in a year..."

  Otherwise, I'll go find some scapegoats to be my apprentices. Fortunately, after Kaviel received Xia Ya's letter of refusal, he never came to bother Xia Ya again.

  The luggage was packed, and this time leaving the Imperial City was different from when they first arrived. At that time, there were only three people, with two small packages on their backs, and they set off. This time, their identities were different, and the people around them were also different. There were dozens of people surrounding them, as well as many gifts and goods purchased by the family, armor and horses, which filled three or four horse-drawn carriages. Especially since Julia was pregnant, although it was not suitable for a pregnant woman to travel long distances, Xia Ya's heart was uneasy about leaving her in the Imperial City. So, she spent money renting a high-quality carriage, with several layers of thick blankets inside, and two copper stoves burning charcoal, even the windows were hung with thick curtains. Two good horses were chosen to pull the carriage, making it soft and stable to ride in, without any bumps, and warm as spring inside.

  Before leaving, there were still people coming to the door, this time it was several military officers, who came under the command of Prince Garcia to give Xia Ya an arrow.

  If it wasn't for the other party coming to his doorstep, Xia Ya had almost forgotten about this matter. Although the old emperor ordered the crown prince to make arrows for himself that day in the hunting ground, there was no news these past few days, and Xia Ya thought that the crown prince had intentionally forgotten. Unexpectedly, just before leaving, the other party still sent someone over with them.

  After checking, there were one hundred iron-backed arrows with three-edged arrowheads and iron feathers at the tail. Moreover, from the craftsmanship and quality, they were indeed top-notch, even more exquisite than the first batch of ten arrows made by Gu Luo for Lantis himself. It can be seen that although the crown prince hated him, he did not dare to disobey the emperor's order, but rather followed it honestly without cutting corners or skimping on materials.

  No matter what, having obtained another batch of Iron Thorn Heavy Arrows made Xia Ya happy.

  That bow of his can only unleash its true power with these specially crafted arrows.

  Finally, all matters have been settled and everything has been loaded onto the carriage. This time, leaving the Imperial City, including the Wolf Fang Warriors brought by Afulekaiti to offer their services, there are a total of 53 people (some of whom were summoned back home by Afulekaiti after arriving in the Imperial City).

  Fifty-three people, three horse-drawn carriages, and over sixty horses set off from the imperial capital, making their way through streets and alleys, heading west out of the city gate, crossing the stone bridge over the Grand Canal.

  As he walked down the bridge, Xia Ya turned his head to look back at the distant grand city wall behind him, which was over 50 meters high and had a magnificent triumphal arch that looked like the gate of a divine palace. Xia Ya let out a sigh in his heart, looking around at the people on either side of him, who were all dressed in fine clothes and riding spirited horses, their faces full of vigor and energy. As he walked out of the imperial capital, he had already become a hero in his own right.

  He felt a surge of emotions in his heart and couldn't help but burst out laughing three times.

  A group of people walked westward along the main road, heading towards the Imperial Capital's nearby garrison. Among them was also the magician Dororo.

  Dorothy has been practicing martial arts at home every day, and Sharlba Kato and A Chang Leika have been training the magician to be extremely cruel. Almost every day, except for eating and sleeping, it's a bitter struggle. Fortunately, although the magician is lazy, he is very persistent in his beliefs and has managed to hold on. However, his talent is limited, and the three guys who taught him are not really top-notch masters. Although they have suffered a lot, their martial arts achievements are still limited. Their bodies have become much stronger, although they are still thin and short, but look more solid.

  Out of the Imperial City, all the way west to Weicheng, Muluo was about to bid farewell to everyone. He would go east alone, crossing the imperial border, heading into the chaotic territory, and venturing deep into the forest ocean of the Elf tribe to find that "Magic Kiss".

  When it comes to the moment of parting with everyone and embarking on a solo journey, the magician's heart still becomes nervous. The courage that was originally pumped up cannot help but waver a little. He can be weak in everything else, but the title of "magician" is his lifelong pursuit. After wavering for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

  Arrived at Weicheng Avenue, a fork in the road, the main road splits left west and right east. Heading northwest is towards Mole County, while heading east is the journey to Duoduo.

  Xia Ya looked at this follower who had been following him for many days and finally sighed:

  "Are you really sure and won't regret it? I'm not pouring cold water on you, but the possibility of success this time is extremely low, and,"

  "Old man, I understand." Duo Duo furrowed his brow and looked gloomy. "Don't say any more, it's not easy for me to make up my mind, if you say a couple more sentences, I'm afraid I'll waver again."

  Xia Yahahaha smiled and took out a package from the horse, tossing it to Duoduo Luo: "That whatever birth magic of yours, hasn't been used until now, don't even know what its power is like."

  "Hmm, I'll give you this package. Inside are the things we obtained from those mages on Wildfire Plains last time. I didn't have any use for them anyway, so I gave them to you, maybe they'll be of help." The package also contained two dragon scales, but Xia Ya didn't mention that.

  Duoduo's eyes showed a hint of excitement, but he only opened his mouth and then nodded solemnly at Xia Ya before turning his horse around and heading east.

  Looking at this usually despicable guy, he insisted on rushing to his own faith, and the people around him couldn't help but feel a little moved. Although Du Ping was lazy and cunning in his daily life, at this moment, he really made people have some respect for him.

  Even Xia Ya's other fan, Suoyi, who often bullied Duoduo on a daily basis, couldn't help but secretly wipe away a few tears at this moment of parting.

  After being moved for a while, the crowd finally set off on their journey. They didn't enter the city of Wei, but instead headed northwest from the fork in the road, proceeding slowly along the main road. After about an hour, Xia Ya would occasionally ride his horse to the middle of the procession, where Yuria's luxurious carriage was located, and open the window to chat with her and ask how she was doing. The original Wolf Fang Warrior Team warriors served as guards, protecting the convoy from all sides.

  As I was walking, I suddenly heard the sound of someone shouting in the distance on the big road behind me. At first, the voice was very far away, and at this moment there was still some wind, and the voice in the wind was faintly audible, but it wasn't clear yet.

  Just a little while later, Xia Ya and the others were finally startled, turned their heads to look back, and saw that on the big road behind them, far away, a cloud of dust was rising, with urgent horseshoe sounds, and then heard in the wind intermittent sharp and miserable cries: "Master Xia Ya, Master save me, save my life!"

  Xia Ya listened clearly this time, stunned for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, the convoy immediately came to a halt. Xia Ya, Afuleikaite, and Shalubakate rode their horses to the end of the convoy and looked back, vaguely seeing dozens of riders galloping towards them like lightning in the dusty distance!

  The horse and carriage were running at the front, both galloping with all their might. The person on the horse was leaning forward, fleeing in a sorry state. Behind them, dozens of riders were chasing after, all of whom were warriors. In the midst of their rapid pursuit, they still brandished their weapons, and some even shot arrows from horseback, arrow after arrow flying towards the lone rider and carriage ahead.

  Fortunately, the carriage was running behind, and the wide carriage blocked all the arrows.

  As they drew closer, the man on the horse in front yelled at the top of his lungs: "Xia Ya, sir! Help! Save us!"

  At this time, the distance had drawn near, and Xia Ya and others saw clearly who was coming, and they were all stunned.

  "Really?!"

  Xia Ya was stunned for a moment, looked around at the people beside him, and said in confusion: "Damn it, we just parted ways with life and death, how did this Fú family complete their task and come back so quickly?"

  "Uh, won't be halfway regretting, retreating and giving up to come back to us?"

  As Dodoro fled in disarray, an arrow flew over the horse carriage behind him and struck Dodoro's horse on its buttocks. The horse let out a pained whinny and fell to the ground. Xia Ya witnessed this and angrily shouted:

  "Who should be rescued first is more important!"

  "He let out a loud shout: 'Sharbat Khan is guarding the caravan! Avrekait, follow me to rescue them!'"

  Before his words had fallen, he was already galloping up on horseback. Afreca also shouted loudly and drew out the white silver cross sword to chase after him.

  These two sides rushed to each other, and the distance was quickly shortened. Xia Ya flew to Doro's side, the poor magician had a gray head and face, with some bloodstains on his body, just lying on the ground. When his mount fell down, it pressed one of his legs underneath, and he was crying out in pain at this moment. Suddenly, he saw Xia Ya galloping up to him on horseback, like seeing a savior, with tears and snot all over his face, opening his throat to cry loudly: "Master! Almost didn't get to see you!"

  Xia Ya cursed with a smile: "You rascal, how did you run back again?"

  Duoduo's face was anxious, pointing behind: "Hurry! Hurry up and save that horse carriage!! Can't let people rob it away!"

  Behind the big road, that fleeing carriage finally fell behind due to its heavy body and was surrounded by dozens of riders who were chasing after it. Those pursuing soldiers obviously had a lot of experience in pursuit, and after catching up, someone rode over the carriage and first raised their hand with a long sword to stab the horses pulling the carriage to death. The carriage immediately stopped, and then dozens of riders rushed up, shouting and killing, surrounding the carriage, with long guns and short swords, stabbing and chopping at the people on the carriage in disorder.

  A person sat in the driver's seat of a horse-drawn carriage, vaguely wearing a linen garment and a cloak, holding a long sword in his hand, desperately resisting in the midst of chaos. Suddenly, the man's body shook violently, and a silver aura burst out from his body! The surrounding warriors who were attacking him suddenly let out a cry of surprise and retreated, only to hear a voice shouting: "What are you afraid of? He's already a cripple!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, a rider leapt out, the person on horseback holding a long sword "shining with a grey aura" and fiercely slashing down at the person in the carriage!

  The grey aura was clearly not as powerful as the silver aura, but what surprised Xia Ya was that the coachman on the carriage raised his sword to resist, but he couldn't hold back and immediately launched a fierce attack. The long sword chopped continuously, and it seemed that the coachman was about to be overwhelmed. The warriors on the side shouted and surrounded him, stabbing with their spears and swords.

  The coachman on the cart dodged left and right, finally hitting several times. Although he stretched out his hand to dodge, it seemed very agile, but his shoulders and thighs were also injured in many places. He finally let out a miserable cry and rolled off the horse track onto the dusty ground.

  Those who were chasing cheered, and the leader stabbed down with one sword. The car driver on the ground blocked the sword horizontally, and this time a "ding" sound was heard, and the sword in his hand was knocked flying.

  "Haha! You're going to die soon, and you've also injured several of my men!"

  The leader was very pleased with himself.

  "Damn you! You're betraying me! These were originally my people!" The man on the ground spat out with a voice full of resentment: "Xavier, you bastard! I treated you well in the past, considering you as my right-hand man. Who would have thought that you'd bite back at me?"

  "Traitor, you heartless and ruthless scoundrel!" The man lay in the dust, his fresh blood flowing onto the ground and mixing with the mud, but he still hadn't removed his cloak, revealing his true face.

  Xia Ya's eyes widened as he stared into the distance, his mouth agape. Who...? Was it him?

  Afurekāto was also stunned: "Shaya-sama is, is that Philip guy!" The person being chased and killed, who was now wounded and lying on the ground, was none other than the leader of the Silver Viper Warrior Corps, Philip, who had been defeated by Shaya in the Imperial Capital's arena!

  Where is the proud and arrogant Philip of old now? He was wearing a coarse linen garment, his handsome face had withered to the point of being unrecognizable, his beard was unkempt, his hair was disheveled, and both hands were wrapped in thick bandages, with faint blood seeping from the thumb area.

  Xia Ya only realized now that it was no wonder he couldn't beat the other party even with a higher cultivation level, this guy had cut off his thumb, making it impossible for him to grip his sword, and even if he held onto his weapon, his strength would be greatly reduced.

  Philip's face was filled with grief and indignation: "You snake-hearted bastard! Shavel, you'll kill me today, but you won't have a good death in the future!" Shavel sneered coldly: "Philip, people die for wealth, birds die for food. To climb up, I've learned to be ruthless from you all these years! Now that you're already a useless person, this Silver Python Warrior Team will naturally belong to me!" Philip's face turned pale, and as he looked at the sword tip only an inch away from his throat, he finally felt fear in his heart: "You... do you have to kill me?" "Ha! If I don't kill you, there will always be your old people below, and everyone's thoughts won't be extinguished. How can I suppress others?" Although they were far away, Xia Ya roughly guessed what was happening and shook her head, looking at Afureika: "Evil will be punished, let's go, don't bother with them." Afureika hesitated for a moment, but when he saw Philip lying on the ground in the distance, helpless and hopeless, he suddenly felt a sense of sympathy and shook his head: "Sir, I'd rather kill him myself than see him rolling around in the mud like a stray dog." After saying that, Afureika took a deep breath, charged forward on horseback, and held up his white silver cross sword, shining with a fierce light: "The Wolf Tooth Warrior Team is here! Silver Python people, get out of here!" As he charged forward, the people in the distance were suddenly startled. In fact, Shavel had already seen the person approaching from afar, but he was confident in his superior numbers and shouted loudly as someone approached on horseback: "The Silver Python Warrior Team is handling this, anyone who doesn't want to die should get out of here!"

  Just as Ke Hua was halfway through speaking, he heard Afuleijiate's shout and "Lang Ya" suddenly changed his face!

  The Silver Serpent Warrior and the Wolf Fang Warrior have a deep-seated hatred for each other. He was originally Philip's deputy, how could he not know? Philip's downfall this time is all because of being crippled by that expert from the Wolf Fang Warrior who came to the Imperial Capital last time!

  At this moment, a glance at Afreca's charge, and upon closer inspection, it was indeed the leader of the Wolf Tooth Warrior Team. Savil's heart skipped a beat, his first thought was to flee, but then he thought that if he were to escape without a fight in the first battle after rebelling and seizing power, how could he still be the leader and lead everyone? Moreover, looking at the opponent, there were only two or three people, and the main force was still quite far away. Perhaps they could take advantage of their numerical superiority and get rid of Afreca. Just as this evil thought arose in his heart, he swung his sword and shouted: "Brothers, let's go together and...!" Before he finished speaking, a sharp whistling sound suddenly pierced the air!

  Whoosh! Bang!!!!!

  A red light shot from afar, and one of his subordinates, a martial artist on horseback just a few steps away, was instantly hit by the red light right in the chest! With a loud crash, the entire front of his chest suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist! By the time he fell to the ground, everything above his waist had almost disappeared!

  Such a powerful arrow, Shavel had never seen before, and he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. The courage that had been stirred up disappeared instantly. Looking far away, he saw Xia Ya on horseback, holding a long bow with a strange shape, coldly smiling at him.

  He narrowed his eyes to take a clear look at Xia Ya's appearance, and suddenly his hands and feet turned cold! He followed Philip's side, how could he not recognize Xia Ya's appearance? After Philip was abolished, he also heard the news and knew that this person was the newly promoted master of the empire! Even Odin, the black god of war, was injured by Xia Ya's hand! Moreover, he became a nobleman, holding heavy power, how could they dare to provoke him? They had also relied on the nobles, but it was just pretending to be mighty and bullying the Afureika Tei and other civilian martial arts teams. When facing Xia Ya, who held high power and authority, where did they dare to provoke?

  At the sight of Xia Ya, he was suddenly frightened out of his wits and shouted: "Retreat!!" He led the way, turning his horse's head and running away. The warriors beside him were unclear what had happened, but they saw a comrade being shot to death on the spot. The leader also seemed to have seen a ghost and fled in panic. With a loud shout, everyone turned their horses' heads and chased after the leader, fleeing in disarray.

  Alfred Cartwright charged forward with his horse, the silver cross sword in hand had yet to be used in actual combat. He was eager to use the enemy's blood to christen this precious sword. However, when he arrived at the scene, he found that the enemies had already fled like startled rabbits, not a single one remained. Alfred Cartwright opened his mouth and looked at the distant figures fleeing in disarray, their dust already settling. "Pfft!" He spat out saliva and glanced at Philip who was still lying on the ground, hesitated for a moment, then dismounted his horse and stood before him, furrowing his brow: "Hey, you're not dead yet?" Philip looked up at Alfred Cartwright with complex eyes, his face expressionless, unsure whether it was hatred or resentment. His gaze changed, and finally, a hint of darkness flashed across his face, he sat up silently and muttered: "I'm not dead yet." "You might as well finish him off with another sword strike." Just then, Shaya arrived on horseback, carrying the injured Dororo on his own horse, and brought them to the scene. Shaya dismounted his horse, looked at Philip on the ground, and smiled wryly:

  "Ah ha, isn't this the leader of the Silver Python Warrior Group? You're being quite low-key today. What's going on? With such good weather, are you bringing a group of people to play hide-and-seek in the suburbs?"

  Philip was humiliated and furious, looked at Xia Ya, suddenly breathed rapidly, opened his mouth and spat out blood, then fell to the ground, facing Xia Ya and said with gritted teeth: "Thank you, Lord Xia Ya, for saving my worthless life! However, I'm a dead man anyway. If you want to take my life, go ahead!"

  Xia Ya grunted, but before he could speak, suddenly Doro, who was on the horseback, shouted anxiously: "Master, you can't kill him! You mustn't kill him! He knows..."

  "What?"

  "He knows where to find the Magic Kiss Fragrance!!" Doro's face was full of anxiety.

  "Are you referring to the Devil's Kiss?" Xia Ya raised an eyebrow: "The trial task you attempted?" Duoduo Luo's face was tense, although his thigh was injured and his face was pale with pain, he nodded vigorously.