"Damn! Look over there!"
"What’s going on? Why are you yelling? You startled me!" another nobleman glared in displeasure, speaking.
He was already shaken by the Mad Crown Prince, and now his own people gave him another scare.
The scolded young noble pointed shakily at the wild boar, "Look at the arrows on the wild boar!"
Because of the different positions and angles, only he noticed the tail feathers of the arrow on the wild boar.
Pointed towards by him, the others approached the wild boar.
Then they saw the entire long arrow embedded in the wild boar’s body.
For a moment, everyone couldn’t help but gasp.
"Damn! Has that madman become this terrifying?"
The arrow pierced the wild boar’s head completely, passing through its spine. Can any human perform such a feat?
If they had directly confronted the Mad Crown Prince just now, would this arrow have blown off their skulls just like it did the wild boar’s?
The resentment and unwillingness that Zhou Shixian felt earlier vanished entirely at this moment, leaving only terror and lingering fear.
It’s fortunate that arrow wasn’t aimed at them.
Otherwise, their fate would be the same as this wild boar’s!
Bai Susu waited for them to leave before saying to Feng Qitong, "Tong Tong, what do you need a Death Exemption Token for?"
"To give to you," Feng Qitong replied naturally.
On this matter, he shared the same thought as that fool.
If it’s something given for free, why not take it?
Hearing Feng Qitong’s words, Bai Susu was slightly taken aback, "For me? But I don’t need it."
"Whether you need it or not, having it is better than not," Feng Qitong said warmly.
"True," Bai Susu nodded, though feeling a bit conflicted inside.
Could it be that even if he’s so good to her, she’s unlikely to reciprocate his feelings?
Feng Qitong then took her on to continue hunting.
Wanting to impress Bai Susu with his strength surpassing Feng Qiwu, Feng Qitong never missed a shot, each one deadly.
He even hunted a black bear!
Feng Qitong was definitely the pinnacle of combat power in the cold weapon era.
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Meanwhile, outside the autumn hunting grounds.
After Bai Susu and Feng Qitong departed, the battlefield strewn with severed limbs and remnants was discovered by other noble youngsters who happened to come hunting.
Faced with a hellish scene, several noble youths turned pale with fright.
At this moment, a towering man spoke calmly, "Everyone, don’t panic. Immediately report this to the Emperor, and do not act alone until the Golden Scale Guards arrive!"
The corpses and blood on the ground... took at least hundreds of people to cause this.
Judging by the clothes on the ground, they appeared to be assassins from various countries.
As to whether they were killed?
The answer is no doubt.
However, so many assassins suddenly attempted to assassinate the Crown Prince, without them hearing a hint of disturbance nearby.
Hearing the man’s words, the others gradually calmed down.
Someone couldn’t help but ask, "Wu Yi, could these people all have been killed by the Crown Prince?"
Wu Yi glanced at him, "Who else could it be if not the Crown Prince?"
He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: It seems I’m destined never to catch up with the Crown Prince in this lifetime.
At least he wouldn’t stand a chance against so many elite assassins.
He wondered where the Crown Prince was now and whether he had been injured.
At this time, Feng Qingyang, protected by a group of Golden Scale Guards, was shooting a deer.
The Golden Scale Guards cautiously herded the deer towards Feng Qingyang to make it easier for him to hit, while also alert to the deer’s movements, concerned it might charge at Feng Qingyang.
In short, accompanying the Emperor on an autumn hunt was not an easy task.
Ensuring the Emperor enjoys himself while guaranteeing his safety was quite exhausting.
Just as Feng Qingyang raised his bow and prepared to shoot the deer in front of him, a panicked voice cried out, "Your Majesty, bad news! There are assassins!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang’s bow slipped from his tense grip and shot off target.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang’s expression was not pleasant.
He then looked coldly at the messenger, "Where are the assassins?"
If there were assassins, the Golden Scale Guards wouldn’t possibly have failed to notice until now.