Only My Way

The journey had barely begun.

"… …"

Along a narrow valley road near the border of Snowdeer Province.

Ling Wuyuan, astride his horse,

gazed at the stopped carriages in the distance, the escort guards lying lifeless on the ground from fatal blows, and the unlucky souls kneeling by the roadside with their hands over their heads, awaiting their fate.

He then looked at the bandits dozens of meters away, their bows and crossbows aimed at him.

He was, to some extent, speechless.

He had expected something like this might happen.

But this was the first time in a month he'd encountered such a situation.

At most, he'd run into a few demonic beasts or wild animals.

He had even been a little happy earlier because of his successful breakthrough that morning…

Now, looking at those guys robbing people in broad daylight, to be honest, he… seemed even happier~

Originally, he had been wondering what he felt was missing.

But now he suddenly realized.

Indeed.

He still preferred to kill some people to celebrate.

As he calmly rejoiced that someone had willingly come to his door,

the surrounding bandits, facing Ling Wuyuan's unchanging, icy expression despite being pointed at by numerous bows and crossbows, began to lose their confidence.

They had shouted threats, and they had crossbows in their hands, but he didn't react at all!

What was with the complete lack of expression?

For a moment,

the bandits, sensing that something was off about Ling Wuyuan, exchanged glances.

Even the robbed victims kneeling by the roadside were confused about what was happening.

Even a certain bandit, who had been eagerly planning to do some "hehe heh" things to a woman, stopped his actions.

Faced with the suddenly chilling situation,

he didn't know whether to pull his half-removed pants up or down.

'What's going on?'

'Is there going to be another big fight?'

'Should I continue?'

'Should I take my pants off or not?'

He was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to pull down his pants or draw his blade to threaten Ling Wuyuan.

To be fair, facing the woman's expression of [Are you going to continue or not?] and [Should I scream or not?],

he felt slightly embarrassed.

Soon, among the hundred or so bandits, the vice-captain leaned towards the leader and whispered:

"Old Zhang, that kid looks a bit strange!"

"Should we let him go, as if we didn't see him?"

Although he didn't know what was happening,

nor did he know where the other party came from,

the speaker felt that it was better to avoid trouble and just rob passing carriages.

The bandit leader, as the captain, looked at Ling Wuyuan, who was forty or fifty meters away, and seemed reluctant.

The horse Ling Wuyuan was riding was simply too tempting.

The color of its coat, its build, he could tell it was a fine steed.

If he offered it to the Big Boss, he would surely be rewarded.

Perhaps with a secret manual or something.

Moreover,

he had taken the lead in gathering people to rob, and if he pretended not to see a target that seemed troublesome, what would happen to his authority? What would his subordinates think of him?

Isn't the whole point of being in this business to gain face?

With face and authority, you can command people.

Without face or authority, even the small fries wouldn't bother with you, and you'd be left to cool off somewhere.

So, after secretly glancing at his surrounding subordinates, the leader directly drew his longbow and coldly shouted at Ling Wuyuan:

"Hey kid, what are you looking at!?"

"Leave your horse and sword, and then you can scram!!"

His words were full of threats.

At that moment,

hearing that the leader was really going to rob the newcomer, the bandits who were already pointing their crossbows at Ling Wuyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes became firm.

As bandits, they were most afraid of the leader not knowing what he was doing.

As for the target looking a bit strange?

They didn't care much.

There were troublesome targets everywhere.

Even some of the guys on the ground who had been pierced into hedgehogs by crossbow bolts or chopped into pieces by swords, had looked quite tricky and imposing before.

But was that useful?

No, it wasn't.

Didn't they still become corpses?

The specifics of the situation.

Everyone would know after a fight.

As the side with more people,

facing the lone Ling Wuyuan, they had full confidence!

But to their surprise, Ling Wuyuan still didn't react to the increasing threats, as if he were a block of ice.

His eyes were so indifferent that it was as if the surrounding hostility and threats were just air.

Looking at this scene,

no one knew that the bandit leader, who had already drawn his bowstring in a fighting stance, was actually sweating a little.

He wasn't afraid of a reaction.

He was afraid of no reaction at all.

If Ling Wuyuan really abandoned his horse and ran away as he had shouted, or if his expression wavered, then the leader would immediately think that Ling Wuyuan's calmness and indifference were just a forced pretense, like sticking scallions up your nose to pretend to be an elephant. Without saying a word, he would shoot the arrow he had already prepared and kill this guy who was forcibly acting tough.

But Ling Wuyuan didn't react at all, which made him feel that he might really have kicked a steel plate.

However, the comrades who were ready to attack at any time, as well as his own strength as a [Qiangzang Realm cultivator], still gave him some solid confidence. After repeating the same words again and confirming that Ling Wuyuan had no reaction at all, he released the bowstring in his hand without saying a word!

Amidst the rapid sound of air being torn apart,

the special arrow made of pure metal instantly turned into a black line in the air and headed towards Ling Wuyuan!

At the same time, without him ordering, the bandits who had already prepared their crossbows and bows launched their respective attacks, pulling the triggers of their crossbows and releasing the bowstrings of their bows.

Since everyone was only thirty or forty meters apart, and more or less had cultivated, everyone was quite confident in themselves and didn't worry about missing.

In fact, the result was indeed so.

All the arrows were aimed at Ling Wuyuan.

Not a single arrow was aimed at the horse beneath him.

In fact, almost eighty percent of the arrows were aimed at his head.

Looking at this scene, just as everyone thought that Ling Wuyuan might block or dodge, and immediately wanted to nock another arrow,

Ling Wuyuan unexpectedly chose to do nothing.

Allowing all the arrows to successfully hit him.

So…

"Clang clang clang…"

With a one hundred percent hit rate, everyone clearly saw the terrifying scene of the arrows breaking on Ling Wuyuan's body like eggs hitting a rock!

In particular, the two special pure metal arrows shot by the leader and another strongman were especially eye-catching.

The speed was impeccable.

Fast as lightning!

The accuracy was also impeccable.

They both perfectly hit the most vulnerable part of the human body—[the eyeballs]!

Looking closely, under the terrifying arm strength of more than 100,000 catties of the two, the special armor-piercing arrows specially used to deal with demon beasts directly rotated at high speed on the surface of Ling Wuyuan's left and right eyeballs like a high-speed electric drill after successfully hitting the target.

During the whole process, everyone could even see very obvious metal sparks flying around, which was the most direct external manifestation of the metal arrowheads being worn away at high speed after hitting a hard object…