The Speedrun Begins with Choosing Hunter

An army of thousands against a single man should have been a complete rout, yet not one soldier from the Witch Race army dared to step forward.

The same went for the three Mingxin Powerhouses.

He was one man holding the pass, and ten thousand could not break through!

They were proud, but not stupid.

Three Mingxin Grandmasters had already fallen at the hands of the Profound Person before them—one of whom was the world-renowned Sect Leader of the Celestial Profound Sect.

Anyone who could reach the Mingxin realm would not make such a foolish mistake.

"I know you’re strong, but there are three of us,"

the burly Witch Race man said coldly.

Before his words had even faded, the hook-nosed old man at his side let out a sharp grunt and staggered backward.

It all happened so suddenly.

Bai Yuan’s smile never faded. "How did that feel?"

The other two Witch Race powerhouses were horrified. It was obvious to them that the hook-nosed old man was suffering the backlash from his own curse.

The hook-nosed old man stared at Bai Yuan with trepidation.

He had just tried to secretly curse Bai Yuan, hoping to test if he was truly as formidable as the rumors claimed. It now seemed Bai Yuan did indeed have some skill.

The Witch Race had more than just curses in their arsenal, but there were few people in the world who could so easily take his curse and reflect it back onto him.

Bai Yuan’s power was far greater than he had imagined.

An expert capable of slaying a Mingxin Grandmaster truly couldn’t be measured by ordinary standards.

The hunched old man, who had remained silent until now, spoke slowly. "Lord Bai, you are from the Northern Territory, and my Witch Race is in the Southern Border. We are separated by thousands of miles and have always stayed out of each other’s affairs. Why are you protecting those Demon Hunters?"

They had been shocked to learn from their moles among the Demon Hunters that Bai Yuan had come to the Southern Border.

The Witch Race had considered many potential allies the Demon Hunters might turn to, but they never expected Bai Yuan to be the first to intervene.

According to rumor, Bai Yuan’s character was purely opportunistic, cold-blooded, and ruthless.

For him to now cross thousands of miles to aid the Demon Hunters felt completely out of character.

Bai Yuan said, "Since the Court ceded the Southern Border, I will naturally not say much about it. But that does not mean my Xuan Yang People must also be ceded to the Witch Race. I am here to take them with me."

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He spoke with righteous conviction, but the three Witch Race powerhouses didn’t believe a single word.

Bai Jiedu Envoy had never been known for his loyalty to the throne or his patriotism.

The hunched old man spoke again. "Lord Bai, if you are willing to leave those Demon Hunters behind, the Witch Race will surely reward you handsomely."

"What kind of reward?"

"A promise from the Great Witch."

This might sound absurd—a single promise in exchange for the lives of tens of thousands of Demon Hunters.

But in the hunched old man’s eyes, the gift was indeed of equal value.

The Great Witch he spoke of was, of course, the Witch Race’s Grandmaster who had reached the Divinity Communication Barrier. At their level of cultivation, a promise was no longer just an empty word. Once given, it would be fulfilled.

This was equivalent to securing the intervention of a Divine Communication Powerhouse at least once.

The value of such a gift was immense; at a critical moment, it could even save one’s life.

Bai Yuan chuckled. "A pity. I may not have much, but I do have powerful backers."

"You..."

The hunched old man’s eyes narrowed.

He never expected Bai Yuan to refuse his offer. But before he could respond, Bai Yuan spoke again. "Alright, it’s about time."

"About time?"

Hearing this, all three of them grew vigilant.

They didn’t understand what Bai Yuan meant.

Bai Yuan sensed for a moment. ’The main body of Demon Hunters has already traveled dozens of miles. Soon, even I won’t be able to sense them.’

Before the eyes of several thousand men, Bai Yuan slowly undid the bundle on his back and raised the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow.

Seeing the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow in Bai Yuan’s hands, the three Witch Race powerhouses grew even more confused.

The Witch Race and the Demon Hunters had been locked in conflict in the Southern Border for a millennium; they were naturally well aware of the Divine Bow’s origins.

But for several thousand years, no one had been able to draw it.

Even the Great Witch had personally tried and failed. Otherwise, the bow would never have been allowed to remain in the Demon Hunters’ Ancestral Court.

"What is the meaning of this?"

The hook-nosed old man glared at Bai Yuan.

Bai Yuan smiled faintly. "I have a gift for you as well."

With that, his right hand drew the bowstring while his left gripped the body of the bow.

To the astonishment of the three Witch Race powerhouses, Bai Yuan slowly drew the bowstring taut.

"Impossible!"

The hunched old man, who had been the calmest of the three, cried out in shock.

A Divine Bow that even the Great Witch couldn’t draw had just been drawn by a Mingxin Martial Artist. It was simply preposterous.

But Bai Yuan had no intention of explaining. He let out a thunderous roar.

"OPEN!"

In an instant, a gale erupted. A ferocious power swept over the thousand-strong force before Bai Yuan.

The Witch Race army instantly fell into chaos as countless soldiers were pierced by the bow’s invisible, lethal force.

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Watching the nearly countless notifications flash across the panel, a satisfied smile touched the corners of Bai Yuan’s mouth.

That single shot had claimed the lives of nearly eight hundred soldiers from the Witch Race army.

The Sun-Shooting Divine Bow might not use arrows, but it was a Supreme Divine Artifact made for area-of-effect attacks.

This was a method of use Bai Yuan had discovered the day he first drew the bow.

The three Witch Race powerhouses stared at their wailing army behind them, their eyes filled with shock. They never imagined this was what Bai Yuan intended to do.

Although the last shot hadn’t caused them much harm,

its effect on the Witch Race army was devastating.

With just one shot, the Witch Race army had lost hundreds of men. A few more arrows like that, and their several thousand elite soldiers would be wiped out by Bai Yuan alone.

Bai Yuan raised his bow again. "Let’s see about this second shot!"

"Go!"

Seeing Bai Yuan about to draw his bow again, the faces of the three Witch Race powerhouses changed in unison. If several hundred more of their men died, they would have a great deal to answer for.