The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Everyone originally thought that the arrows falling like raindrops would end once they hit the ground.

Who could have predicted that, in just two breaths, a series of deafening explosions would erupt.

In an instant, the scorching flames spread rapidly like wildfire, igniting the surrounding trees as if swept away by a giant demon's hand, engulfing them in a sea of ​​fire.

These trees were like dry tinder meeting a raging fire; the flames suddenly shot up to over a meter high.

Fueled by the wind, the fire spread rapidly, engulfing everything in its path. Before long, the surrounding area had become a raging inferno.

Seeing this, Mei's face immediately showed undisguised anger, and she couldn't help but curse: "The people of Northern Qi are absolutely disgusting! They would use such despicable means! They are utterly vile and shameless!"

Xiao Ji's brows furrowed tightly, and he said with a solemn expression, "They are determined to trap us in this forest and kill us. Their intentions are despicable."

"Hmph, you're dead if you want, but don't drag me down with you." Mei was furious. If it weren't for his disciple, he wouldn't care about Xiao Ji's life or death.

At this moment, the group was trapped in a perilous and desperate situation.

All around was a raging inferno, but the enemy lurking in the shadows remained elusive.

They were like being trapped in an invisible cage, possessing great strength but finding no outlet for it.

It's like punching a soft, fluffy ball—you have no way to use your strength.

The fire grew increasingly fierce, relentlessly devouring everything around it.

Xiao Ji instinctively hugged Yan Yan tightly, his eyes full of concern, and asked softly, "Yan Yan, are you scared?"

Yan Yan's eyes widened, like two bright black gems, and she shook her head firmly, answering crisply, "I'm not afraid!"

After saying that, he pulled a dark ball out of his pocket as if by magic and carefully placed it into Xiao Ji's hand.

Holding the dark object in his hand, Xiao Ji's eyes were filled with confusion. He couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"Father, this is a Thunder Egg, and it's incredibly powerful!" Yan Yan said, stretching out her delicate little finger with undisguised pride in her eyes. She vividly described, "Just one is enough to kill a cow!"

The meaning couldn't be clearer: this Thunder Egg could easily handle two or three enemies.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ji's face immediately showed surprise, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "So amazing?"

"Of course!" Yan Yan nodded vigorously, her fair face beaming with pride.

After all, this was a treasure he had painstakingly researched and developed.

Mei's curiosity was immediately piqued, and she leaned forward to ask, "Where did you get this thing from, kid?"

Yan Yan raised her chin arrogantly, looking mysterious: "I'm not telling you."

Since the little guy had his father by his side, he seemed to have forgotten about his master, which made Mei feel a little hurt.

Mei was left feeling awkward, but her face was still full of pride as she muttered, "Even if you don't say it, I'm still your master."

The implication is that Yan Yan's achievements today are inseparable from his meticulous guidance and support.

The group engaged in a verbal battle as they flew through the forest.

Behind them, the assassins relentlessly pursued them like a leech, raining down countless arrows that instantly ignited a raging inferno wherever they went.

Xiao Ji gripped the Thunder Egg tightly in his palm, a cold and sharp look suddenly appearing in his deep black eyes.

He suddenly turned around, his movements swift and decisive, and without hesitation, he threw the Thunder Egg in his hand at the assassins.

The assassins, who were chasing after him aggressively, were completely taken aback when Xiao Ji suddenly turned around. They were startled and stood frozen in place.

But when they saw that Xiao Ji hadn't drawn his sword to attack, but had only thrown out a small black ball, the wariness that had just appeared in their eyes vanished instantly, and disdainful expressions appeared on their faces. No one took the small black ball seriously.

These past few days they have been following Xiao Ji closely, thinking they have figured out his methods completely. They believe that Xiao Ji is now at his wit's end, just a pathetic person like a lost dog, and what powerful trump card he could possibly have.

However, in just a few breaths, a sudden change occurred.

The black ball that was thrown out suddenly exploded without warning, and a powerful shockwave spread outwards like a surging wave.

The power of this explosion was far greater than the arrows they had shot.

In an instant, screams rang out, and three people were injured on the spot.

One of the men's stomachs was blown open, and bright red internal organs spilled all over the ground, but the man was still alive and was struggling in pain on the ground. The scene was absolutely horrific.

After witnessing the terrifying power of the Thunder Egg, the assassins' faces immediately showed deep fear.

They never imagined that a mere small black ball could kill three people instantly. What kind of terrifying existence was this?

Seeing this, Mei's face was full of surprise: "So amazing?"

He subconsciously looked at his palm; this tiny thunder egg was far more powerful than his palm strike.

If Yan Yan weren't still a child, he would have thought he was a monster.

Xiao Ji's eyes were filled with shock as he looked at Yan Yan.

He truly hadn't expected his young son to be so powerful, killing three people in the blink of an eye with just that tiny Thunder Egg.

As if by magic, Yan Yan pulled out several more Thunder Eggs from her bosom and carefully handed them to Xiao Ji, saying proudly, "Father, I have more."

Xiao Ji was even more surprised and couldn't help but look Yan Yan up and down, wondering to himself: Where did this child get so many things from? He reached out and searched Yan Yan's body, but couldn't find any pockets.

Mei looked equally puzzled and couldn't help but ask, "Since you have such a powerful weapon, why didn't you take it out earlier?"

Yan Yan hugged Xiao Ji's neck tightly, her eyes full of admiration, and said in a clear voice, "Because these are all for Father."

The implication was crystal clear: Mistress was not qualified to use it.

Upon hearing this, Mei felt as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out with a knife, and a sharp pain shot through her heart.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself: This heartless little brat, when his own life was hanging by a thread, he didn't even have the heart to use this powerful weapon, but he's so open and honest with Xiao Ji.

However, this is not the time to worry about such things; the assassins behind us are still hot on our heels.

The most urgent task is to get rid of them as soon as possible. If we can capture a few alive and find out who's behind it all, that would be even better.