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At the same time, the archer at the alley entrance had just nocked his second arrow when he suddenly discovered that the arrow he had just nocked had turned into a thick and long staff.

Immediately afterwards, a large hand grabbed the staff, and Ye Xiao suddenly appeared before them, holding a knife to the archer's throat with a casual stroke.

Splattered blood accompanied the stunned head falling to the ground; in just an instant, both assassins died simultaneously.

The mage, whose vision had been disrupted by the flames for less than two seconds, regained his sight when Ye Xiao had already placed the blood-dripping tip of his blade on his shoulder and chuckled, "Surrender and I'll give you a quick death."

Only then did the monk realize that his two companions were lying lifeless in two pools of blood, one at the end of the alley and the other at the beginning.

He was horrified, his tongue trembling, and in less than two seconds, his two teammates went from being sandwiched between them to being two corpses!

This...this is impossible!?

However, the mage did not completely despair, because his gaze passed over Ye Xiao's back and he saw a dark shadow appear beneath the two frail girls in the alley below.

Just as Ye Xiao was pondering where to strike to make the mage speak, a strange, sarcastic shout suddenly rang in his ears.

"Heh heh, if you don't want this girl to die, put down the knife in your hand!"

Ye Xiao turned around and saw a cloaked figure shrouded in shadows gripping Greta's neck with a withered hand, while the other hand held a short blade, seemingly wrapped in tree bark, against the girl's cheek.

The cloaked figure's face was completely obscured by the black mist, and thick, dark magic dripped from the hem of his robes into the shadows beneath him.

"Oh no, help me!" the little maid cried out.

"Leave this one for later, don't kill it." Ye Xiao instructed before turning her gaze back to the mage in front of her.

“Ugh!” Greta pouted and whispered, “What a boring man.”

"Can't you hear me?!" The shadow assassin, enraged by being ignored, turned his glare at the girl in his hand. "Your companion doesn't seem to care about your death. Looks like I'll have to use your blood to remind him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt as if he had lost all feeling in his hands. When he looked again, he realized that his arms had somehow melted into dazzling gold, turning into a scalding liquid that mingled with the pool of shadow beneath him.

"What…" The assassin, who had initially thought it was an illusion, finally realized the excruciating pain coursing through his limbs and let out a bloodcurdling scream, "Ah!!!"

"Holy crap." Ye Xiao, who was carrying the bleeding mage under his robe, looked at the gruesome scene of the assassin with his limbs melted on the ground and couldn't help but gasp. "To be honest, this is already considered vigilante justice. It's a bit inhumane, Lady Greta."

The maid frowned slightly, kicking away the still-dying assassin on the ground with a hint of disgust. "You're filthy, don't touch me."

Ye Xiao subconsciously glanced at her somewhat dirty hands and swallowed.

Chapter Seventy-Six: The Ring of Fracture

All I can say is that if you haven't seen this little maid unleash her fury, you'd almost forget she's the worst kind of jerk.

We need to be more respectful in the future and not be fooled by that cute appearance.

Ye Xiao, feeling a bit shaken, helped the still-groaning assassin to his feet and casually cast a silencing spell on him with his staff to prevent him from making any more noise.

"Are you OK?"

Ye Xiao casually asked the little girl if she was alright. The little girl looked at her empty hands, pouted and shook her head.

"Hey, why didn't you ask me!" Greta said, displeased.

"If something could happen to you, I'd be long dead by now," Ye Xiao exclaimed. "Hey, hey, don't resort to violence so easily! Ouch!"

The maid snorted, "What do we do next? There are probably other assassins. Are you going to drag these two along with you on your way out?"

"It's not that bad, I've called people to help."

"Huh? When did you call me?" Greta's cute face showed a slight look of confusion.

"You wouldn't know this, would you?" Ye Xiao curled the corners of her lips.

As he finished speaking, a lavishly decorated carriage came to a stop at the alley entrance.

The carriage door opened, and a girl with long, gray-gold hair wearing a brown trench coat jumped off the carriage and greeted Ye Xiao, "Mr. Ye, it's been a long time."

"Thank you for your help, Miss Marilyn." Ye Xiao gestured for the little girl beside her to get into the car first, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower back. "Ouch! What's wrong now, Maid?"

"You're not even handsome, so how come you know so many pretty girls?" Greta said indignantly.

"How can you blame me for this?!" Ye Xiao's scalp tingled. "You just don't know how to appreciate my charm."

"Hello, I'm Marilyn!" Marilyn greeted Greta politely.

"Hello, little cutie, I'm Greta." The little maid smiled. "You're quite polite, unlike that annoying guy surnamed Ye."

"What the hell?! I'm a very well-mannered person, okay?!"

"Get on!" Greta, with her small stature, pushed Ye Xiao onto the carriage.

Of course, it wasn't that Ye Xiao wanted to show off the number of girls he knew that led him to call Marilyn over. It was just that Ella was dealing with the issue of the Second Prince's death with Lilia and couldn't get away. After thinking about it, the only person he could call for help was Marilyn at her private residence, who could be contacted via SMS crystal.

As for Li Cheng and the others, they were each busy with other tasks in a corner of the imperial city. Ye Xiao didn't want to delay the progress of other tasks for the entire guild because of his own unexpected situation.

After all, because of this incident, the miscellaneous guild tasks that should have been done by Ye Xiaolai were delayed.

The coachman started the carriage, and at the same time, Ye Xiao noticed something trembling slightly inside his body.

He pulled the object out from under his clothes; it was the note from the wine bottle that he had slipped into his pocket at the Five Fingers Tavern.

The back of the device originally contained contact information for the Stormport Finger-Severing Organization, but now, new text has appeared:

"Get rid of them and take the girl to the largest Roma settlement outside the city, the astrology hall."

A new task panel will then pop up on the system:

[Quest triggered: The Broken Ring - Virgo]

[Mission Briefing: A girl is being hunted, and your act of kindness makes you prey for an assassin's guild. Even so, will you choose to help her?]

[Task Difficulty: Normal]

[Task Rewards: 2 Gold Coins, 200 Universal Points]

Although the difficulty level is only "normal," the reward is far too meager.

Ye Xiao's lips twitched, and he didn't know if the lowered rating was due to Greta beside him.

This little maid may be fierce, but Ye Xiao didn't dare to order her around. If she just lazily stood by and watched the show, Ye Xiao wouldn't dare to say anything.

And to some extent, this woman might even be happy to watch Ye Xiao die and then take his soul to hell.

Of course, if it really happened, Greta would only miss. She figured she was dead, her soul gone, and at most she would just pop three boxes to give this demon a surprise.

Ugh, what am I thinking?

Ye Xiao patted his head, trying to bring his wandering thoughts back.

Inside the spacious carriage, Greta was leaning over her seat, looking Marilyn up and down, who seemed a little nervous.

Regardless of the two young women interacting freely, Ye Xiao first opened the small window at the front of the carriage, preparing to inform the driver to change course and head out of the city.

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes caught sight of a carriage slowly approaching from the side of the road.

The coachman was wrapped in a travel cloak, and only half of his unshaven profile could be seen. The window in the carriage was slowly opening a crack.

They arrived so quickly.

Ye Xiao glanced at the lattice windows behind him; several carriages were following behind on the street, getting closer and closer.

So he quickly patted Marilyn on the shoulder and asked, "Miss Marilyn, do you have a driver's license?"

"Do you mean you can drive a carriage? I know a little bit about that, Mr. Ye."

"I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you with something next... teleportation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xiao suddenly disappeared, replaced by a bewildered coachman in a tuxedo sitting in the carriage, staring at Marilyn with wide eyes.

Using a miracle spell to switch places with the coachman, Ye Xiao, now on horseback, pointed his staff at the carriage of another carriage parked next to him.

The window of the carriage was fully open, and a figure in a black robe leaned out slightly, holding a crossbow. Then, he saw a scarlet fireball grow larger and larger in his field of vision.

With a deafening boom, the wooden carriage turned into fireworks, dragging the leading horses as they tumbled across the road.

The group of followers behind immediately realized something was wrong, and they all leaned out from the carriages, holding crossbows.

Their carriages had railings and platforms added at the rear for crossbowmen to stand on, and the extended metal frame was clearly designed for protection in urban warfare.

A hail of arrows rained down on the carriage, the series of impacts frightening the little girl inside, who crouched down with her head in her hands.

Ye Xiao immediately put her face close to the small window at the front of the carriage and shouted, "It's your turn! Teleportation!"

Then Marilyn found herself suddenly sitting back on a galloping horse, its grey-gold tail whipped about in the wind. "Hey hey hey!?"

Once inside the carriage, Ye Xiao threw his staff out the side window. The solid wooden stick flew out and accurately struck a coachman in the face.

The next second, Ye Xiao appeared out of nowhere, stepping on the coachman's face, and leaped high into the air amidst the horrified gazes of the crossbowman at the back of the carriage. Standing on the roof, he swung his long sword in a half-circle and took the crossbowman's head in one stroke.

The swordsman who suddenly appeared in their own caravan attracted the crossbowmen on the carriages to turn their arrows and fire a volley. The figure that appeared in an instant then disappeared into thin air like a ghost.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Assassin Clash

The crossbowmen on the speeding carriage couldn't catch the fleeting figure at all. The staff that darted through the air was like the scythe of death, and only for a moment when the tip of the staff appeared could one see the black-clad swordsman flash by, followed by a head rolling off and blood splattering.

In just a few breaths, Ye Xiao had cut down all four pursuing carriages. However, these low-ranking crossbowmen were merely low-level mercenaries of the One-Finger Sect. If the Assassin Guild truly valued the little girl's life, then the character Ye Xiao needed to deal with seriously would likely appear soon.

As if responding to Ye Xiao's thoughts, Ye Xiao, who was half-crouched on the roof of the galloping carriage, soon spotted a slender figure standing with one foot on the clothesline that stretched across the street not far away. The figure was dressed in the same way, with a hood covering its face and a high collar, except that the belt around its waist was fastened with a dark gold buckle.

"Miss Marilyn!" Ye Xiao shouted into the wind, "That one up ahead is a bit tough, be careful!"

As for Greta inside the carriage, she probably didn't need a reminder. However, Ye Xiao was unsure whether the little maid cared about the life and death of the little girl and the coachman, so he would still keep a close eye on her.

"Ah...okay!" Marilyn's small body struggled to control the galloping horse beneath her. As a former evil god hunter of the Full Moon Order, her skills were naturally quite good.

This is why Ye Xiao initially wanted to replace her with a coachman who was just an ordinary person.

"Hoo—" Ye Xiao took a deep breath, and just as the carriage was about to pass under the rope, he suddenly threw his staff at the figure standing above.

Apparition!

Ye Xiao instantly appeared where the staff was, and slashed with his long sword, but only managed to catch a black afterimage.

The newly emerged finger-severing assassin, his form like a black snake clinging to the air, transformed into a slender curve and burrowed straight towards Marilyn, who was driving the carriage.

Marilyn reacted quickly, immediately drawing the revolver musket tucked into her waistband and firing a shot.

The assassin's ghostly figure suddenly shifted in mid-air, the flying sparks only shattering the flowerpots on the window behind him.

A staff instantly appeared on the assassin's shoulder, and the next second Ye Xiao arrived in a flash, slashing at the dagger the assassin was blocking in front of his chest.

The fierce force of the longsword sent the assassin flying, but just as he fell to the edge of the carriage, a thin steel cable shot out from his sleeve with a "whoosh" and stuck into the carriage.

The assassin, however, used the rope to pull his body in a half-circle in the air before leaping back onto the car roof.

Ye Xiao reacted swiftly, waving his staff and sending out two wind blades that severed the thin rope used for pulling. The assassin also reacted at the same time, raising his other hand and shooting out a sharp steel cable straight at Ye Xiao's face.

Ye Xiao hurriedly raised his knife to block, but the steel cable, manipulated by the magic power infused into it, instantly changed its angle and deflected towards Ye Xiao's chest, brushing against the blade.

Fortunately, Ye Xiao's battle-hardened reflexes immediately caught the deadly move in an instant. He barely dodged the steel cable that was turning around, only allowing the sharp spike carrying magic power to leave a white scratch on his inner chest armor.

But the sharp cone immediately pierced the wooden plank on the roof of the car, and the steel cable on it instantly pulled the assassin, who was a few body lengths away, back into the air. Ye Xiao, whose strength had not yet dissipated, was hit squarely in the abdomen by the opponent's vicious kick.

The sudden impact caused Ye Xiao to fall from the not-so-spacious carriage roof. Fortunately, before hitting the ground, Ye Xiao gritted his teeth and threw his staff into the air.

Just as the back of his head was about to hit the ground, Ye Xiao used spatial magic to teleport his body back into the air. However, his habit of using the staff to move repeatedly had obviously been noticed by the assassin on the other side. The moment Ye Xiao appeared at the location of the staff, three darts with a whooshing sound had already locked onto Ye Xiao's body.

One towards the face, one towards the chest, and one towards the lower abdomen.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Ye Xiao used his backhand to parry the dart aimed at his lower abdomen, while simultaneously using his right arm to protect his left chest and deflect another dart. Then, at the last second, he opened his mouth and bit the dart that hit his face.

In a flash, his staff in his left hand was thrown out again, spinning and tracing a banana-shaped arc before landing at the rear of the carriage.

Ye Xiao instantly moved his body to the back of the carriage and plunged his knife into the upper edge of the carriage roof to fix his floating figure. The angle at which he was hanging close to the back of the carriage was just right so that the roof blocked the assassin's line of sight, preventing him from predicting Ye Xiao's position with his throwing knives at that moment.

This swift and dangerous exchange left Ye Xiao slightly injured. The elite assassins of the One-Finger Clan were renowned assassination masters. If it weren't for his combat experience far exceeding his current attributes, Ye Xiao would probably have died several times over in the previous exchange.

His proficiency with the main spatial spell, Teleportation, is not high enough, making him susceptible to immunity against creatures that consciously resist. Otherwise, he could have simply switched places with the assassin when he fell off the car, which would have saved him a lot of trouble.

While pondering, Ye Xiao held the cone-shaped dart in his mouth, tilted his head back, and threw it, quietly turning the dart so that the tip faced outwards. Then, he held his breath and listened to the faint footsteps on the roof of the carriage in the wind.

The other party was clearly also cautious, never making any rash moves without his sight, but cautiously and slowly approaching.

Just as the assassin approached the rear of the car, Ye Xiao suddenly threw his staff into the air.

Seeing the staff thrown into the air, the assassin raised his hand and shot out two cold beams straight towards the staff. However, Ye Xiao, who was expected to teleport, did not appear. He quickly looked down and saw Ye Xiao, who had grabbed the hilt of the knife from the back and was hanging upside down, sweeping his leg across the back of his knee.

The assassin reacted extremely quickly, bending his knees and tilting his body as he fell, throwing another dart at Ye Xiao.

But the dart missed its target, and Ye Xiao once again vanished into thin air.

Losing his balance and lying on the roof of the car, the assassin hurriedly looked up at the sky, and sure enough, Ye Xiao, who was holding a staff in both hands, suddenly slammed down.