TSWPF -Chapter 403 Demon

Ah Huang heard Liu Zhimou’s shout and turned his head, only to see an arrow flying straight at him. By the time he tried to dodge, it was already too late.

At that critical moment, a stone appeared out of nowhere, striking the arrow mid-flight and knocking it aside.

Seeing this, Liu Zhimou hadn’t even had time to breathe a sigh of relief when a masked man in black landed on Ah Huang’s back. His heart skipped a beat—was this newcomer friend or foe?

Someone capable of knocking aside an arrow… should count as a friend, right?

The man in black stood with his arms crossed, sharp eyes glancing at the arrow lying on the ground before raising his gaze to the masked man. He clicked his tongue twice.

“I heard the Masked King of Hell is supposedly a master archer. Seems that was exaggerated.”

With that, he stomped his foot slightly, as if to shake Ah Huang off the ground, and said, “What? Is this how you treat your savior? Huh?”

Feeling the overwhelming pressure emanating from the man in black, Ah Huang’s trembling gradually ceased.

There’s no denying it—he was a little scared of this man.

The man in black gave Ah Huang a meaningful look, signaling him to carry him toward the masked man.

Unable to match the man in black’s strength, Ah Huang had no choice but to lower his head and obediently trot forward, carrying the man in black toward the masked man with swift, agile steps.

The masked man narrowed his eyes and coldly stared at the man in black. “Who are you? How do you know me?”

The man in black didn’t answer. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the masked man, one hand gripping the masked man’s neck.

“Stop your men, or else…”

Even without finishing the sentence, the masked man understood the meaning from the tightening grip.

His eyes widened. Who exactly was this man? How could his martial arts be so formidable?

Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he knew his own skills were no match.

“Y… you are…?”

“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that if you don’t give orders, your head might take another direction.”

Feeling increasingly suffocated, the masked man raised his hand and signaled his men to stop.

Hearing the order, they immediately halted and turned to face the man in black.

The man in black glanced at them with cold amusement, completely disregarding them.

“I heard everyone who’s seen your face ends up dead,” the man in black said, slowly raising his left hand to grasp the masked man’s mask. “I want to see if you can kill me.”

“You… you dare?” The masked man’s eyes could kill, and the man in black had died countless times before.

The man in black smirked slightly. “What is there that I dare not do?”

With that, he reached up and tore the mask off the man’s face, revealing… a face half-angel, half-demon.

Anyone who saw the destroyed half of the masked man’s face gasped in horror.

It was terrifying, grotesque.

“Ugly… no wonder you wear a mask.” The man in black shook his head in disdain, releasing his grip on the masked man’s neck and wiping his hand across him as if he had touched something dirty.

The masked man glared at the man in black in fury, shouting, “I will kill you!”

He didn’t care about the mask anymore; all he wanted was to chop this man into pieces.

The man in black raised a single finger and curled it toward the masked man. “Come. Show me what you can do.”

Being so underestimated, the masked man’s anger surged, and with a roar, he charged at the man in black.

The man in black dodged calmly, not retaliating, letting the masked man attack him freely.

Wang Yang, who had already moved aside, worriedly said, “Young Master Leng, is he… alright?” Who was this suddenly appearing hero? A helper called by Liu Zhimou?

How was he always so lucky to have someone help him at critical moments?

From the current situation, it was impossible to take down Liu Zhimou.

“What do you think? Should we really put all our hope on someone else?” Wang Yang glanced at Uncle He and the others.

Uncle He cast a dark look at the masked man before turning to Liu Zhimou, who was carrying the injured citizens into the manor for treatment. This time, it seemed they would fail again.

If they failed, they would never recover.

“If Young Master Leng doesn’t give the order, no one will act,” he said coldly, looking at Wang Yang. “In Young Master Leng’s presence, only his orders matter.”

Wang Yang knew this and gritted his teeth in frustration, running out to shout at the masked man, “Young Master Leng! Send someone to capture Liu Zhimou! Once he’s caught, no one else will dare act!” Liu Zhimou was the key figure.

Once he was captured, no number of experts could pose a threat.

The masked man, irritated, heard Wang Yang and gestured to the man in black, then flew toward Liu Zhimou, shouting, “All of you, capture Liu Zhimou alive!” He had almost forgotten the important target due to the man in black’s overwhelming presence.

The others immediately sprang into action, heading straight for Liu Zhimou.

The man in black glanced at Wang Yang, who trembled involuntarily and took a few steps back. This man… was terrifying.

The man in black sneered, ignoring Wang Yang, and floated in front of the masked man, saying coldly, “Where do you think you’re going? Your opponent is me.”

“Who… are you?” The masked man’s heart raced. His speed was beyond comprehension. Even at full strength, he couldn’t surpass him.

Accustomed to never facing defeat, he was now overwhelmed with frustration.

“You’re not qualified to know who I am,” the man in black said, lightly striking a palm forward. What seemed like a gentle strike slammed the masked man to the ground, leaving a dent in the earth with a loud crash.

The man in black stepped down, placing a foot on the masked man. “Why are you so disobedient? Tell your men to stop!”

Hearing this, the onlookers twitched—he sounded like he was scolding a disobedient child.

The masked man turned his head, coughing heavily, and stammered out orders to stop.

Feeling the murderous intent from the man in black, he knew if he didn’t comply, he wouldn’t survive.

The others halted again, turning to the masked man, wanting to help.

The man in black let out a faint hmm.

The masked man hurriedly raised his hand to stop them.

Satisfied, the man in black nodded, glanced at the masked man, then at Liu Zhimou. “County Magistrate, how do you wish to handle this?” He was doing the right thing thoroughly, delivering justice efficiently.

Tsk tsk, he had no idea he was being so benevolent.

Should he ask the little girl for a reward?

The man in black rubbed his chin, pondering.

Liu Zhimou cupped his fists toward the man in black and said, “These people are rebels; they must be arrested.”

“Hero, don’t listen to him—he’s the real rebel!” Wang Yang jumped out again. “Hero, don’t be fooled!”

“Shut…” The man in black glanced at Wang Yang.

“Big…” Wang Yang opened his mouth to speak, but felt pain in his neck. He touched it and saw his hand covered in blood. Terrified, he turned pale, and before finishing his words, collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were wide in disbelief—he was dead.

Uncle He and the others stared at Wang Yang’s lifeless body, chills running down their spines, silently holding their breath, afraid of provoking the man in black.

With incredible speed, the man in black tapped a few acupoints on the masked man, then slowly moved his foot away, looking at him with a half-smile. “King of Hell… hehe…”

The masked man spat blood in anger, croaking, “Kill him! Archer! Shoot him to pieces!”

He would drag someone down with him even in death.

The man in black, expressionless, snapped his fingers. “Capture them alive.”

At once, a dozen men in black descended from above, moving swiftly among the attackers. In moments, they were all frozen like statues, standing motionless.

“Master, task complete.”

The man in black nodded, waved his hand, and the dozen men vanished instantly.

Witnessing this, the masked man’s heart sank to the abyss. Fear filled his eyes as he looked at the man in black. “You are…—” His words were cut off as his head fell to the ground.

The bloodshed terrified the honest citizens, who stared at the man in black in fear.

Ignoring everyone else, the man in black approached Liu Zhimou, examining him before nodding slightly, seeing he was unharmed.

“I am Liu Zhimou. Thanks for the hero’s help,” Liu Zhimou said, cupping his fists. “May I ask your name?”

The man in black replied coldly, “No need to thank me. I helped you for the sake of the little girl. Otherwise, I wouldn’t care.”

Little girl?

Liu Zhimou looked at the man in black, puzzled. Who was this little girl he mentioned?

“You mean…?” Could it be one of his two little girls at home?

“Ningning,” the man in black paused, then kindly added, “I saw them earlier on Ninghua Mountain. They’re fine.” He seemed a little annoyed with himself afterward—why did he even say that?

“… That’s good. That’s good. Thank you for your help, hero.” Liu Zhimou thanked the man in black sincerely.

The man in black twitched the corner of his mouth. “I’ll escort them down the mountain.” With that, he disappeared gracefully.

Liu Zhimou blinked, marveling at the man in black’s speed—he vanished in the blink of an eye.

“Sir, he may be the master of the Netherworld Assassins,” Liu Shi appeared beside Liu Zhimou, remarking.

He had suspected this when he saw the dozen black-clad men appear.

“… How is he so connected with the Netherworld Assassins? Last time they tried to kill him… now they’ve saved him.”