At this critical moment, Qian Fei, like a black lightning bolt, attacked Qian Qiang from the side.

The long knife in his hand gleamed coldly as he thrust it straight towards Qian Qiang's back, attempting to deliver a fatal blow while Qian Qiang was focused on attacking Liu Fu.

However, Qian Qiang, being a master, reacted with remarkable speed.

With a slight sway of his body, like a ghost, he easily dodged Qian Fei's deadly strike.

Immediately afterward, he moved nimbly, making a half-circle, and instantly appeared in front of Liu Fu.

Qian Qiang's speed far surpassed Qian Fei's, giving him the opportunity to strike with composure.

His eyes were cold, and he raised his long sword high, exuding domineering power, before slashing fiercely at Liu Fu once again.

Liu Fu was terrified. At this critical moment of life and death, she mustered all her strength and barely managed to lift the broken longsword in her hand, trying to block Qian Qiang's attack.

But the next moment, her knife was as fragile as paper under Qian Qiang's fierce blade strike, and was directly cut in half by Qian Qiang!

Liu Fu felt a chill in her heart and quickly withdrew.

However, it was all too late. With a flash of light, Qian Qiang's longsword, after severing Liu Fu's blade, still carried considerable force as it slammed into her shoulder.

In an instant, blood splattered as Liu Fu's arm was mercilessly severed at the shoulder and flew off.

For a moment, Liu Fu's shrill screams echoed across the battlefield, chilling everyone who heard them.

The experts from the Qian family's collateral branches, while shocked by Qian Qiang's strength, were also secretly glad that they hadn't rashly intervened to help Qian Fei and Liu Fu.

They knew that if they made a move today, given Qian Qiang's ruthless style, they would definitely be dealt with by him.

Qian Fei originally intended to attack Qian Qiang from behind to relieve Liu Fu's siege.

But seeing Liu Fu so badly injured, he immediately had the idea of ​​retreating.

He turned and left without hesitation, without looking back.

As the saying goes, "Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately." At this critical moment, Qian Fei actually prepared to abandon Liu Fu and run away alone.

Witnessing Qian Fei flee in panic like a stray dog, Liu Fu felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, and a wave of despair washed over her.

At this moment, she was seriously injured, and the wounds all over her body were tearing her apart. Every movement felt like being pricked by countless needles.

She tried to struggle to get up and escape this desperate situation, but her body felt as if it were being crushed by a huge boulder, and she couldn't control it at all.

She knew all too well that with her current crippled body, even if she fought with all her might, there was absolutely no chance of escape.

Despair enveloped her like a dark cloud, and in that instant, she felt that she had truly wasted her life.

She once thought she had a happy family, a husband who loved her deeply, and a son with a promising future.

But now, all the beauty has shattered like a dream.

Her only son, Qian Siyu, was rendered disabled, and her husband, Qian Fei, was so heartless in the face of death that he abandoned her and fled alone, leaving her to fend for herself in this desperate situation.

"Qian Fei, do you think you can get away?"

Qian Qiang stood still, not immediately chasing after Qian Fei. A slight sneer appeared on his lips.

He planted the gleaming longsword in his hand into the ground, then strode over to his horse, skillfully took the bow hanging on the slingshot, and drew an arrow from the quiver, the arrow gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Whoosh!"

Qian Qiang's eyes sharpened, and he instantly drew back the bowstring in one fluid motion.

The arrow shot towards Qian Fei's back at lightning speed.

The arrow whistled through the air, making a sharp sound as it pierced the air, and appeared behind Qian Fei in the blink of an eye.

Despite his serious injuries, Qian Fei's survival instinct kept him constantly vigilant.

He heard a whooshing sound behind him and was startled. He quickly changed his movements and dodged to the side.

The arrow grazed his body, the whoosh of the wind sending a chill down his spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

He didn't care about anything else and continued to fly forward desperately, with only one thought in his mind: escape, he must escape!

However, Qian Qiang's archery skills were not so easily evaded.

Just when Qian Fei thought he had temporarily escaped danger, Qian Qiang drew his bow again and shot three arrows in a row.

The arrow in the center pierced the air with a deafening sound, hurtling menacingly toward Qian Fei's back; while the two arrows on the left and right were silent, like ghosts, drawing eerie arcs through the air.

The fact that Qian Qiang could shoot arrows to such an extraordinary level shows that his archery skills have reached a level of consummate mastery.

Hearing the sound of arrows piercing the air behind him, Qian Fei knew he was in trouble and quickly dodged to the right again.

He thought he could be as lucky as last time to escape unscathed, but this time, he miscalculated.

Because the arrow that shot silently from his right was like a sharp blade, instantly piercing through his body.

Qian Fei felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and his body flew forward uncontrollably.

He flew forward for dozens of meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

He was spitting out mouthfuls of blood, each mouthful a sign of his impending death.

It turned out that the arrow Qian Qiang shot had hit his heart.

Moreover, the true energy contained within the arrow was like a powerful force that directly shattered his heart.

"Qian Qiang...you...you..."

Qian Fei lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with terror and resentment.

He wanted to say something more, but only a weak sound came from his throat, and in the end, he couldn't utter a complete word.

Soon, the man died, his eyes still staring straight at the sky.

When Liu Fu saw that Qian Fei was dead, her last glimmer of hope was completely shattered.

She had no intention of escaping in the first place, and at this moment she did not allow Qian Qiang to kill her.

With a resolute look in her eyes, her inner energy surged wildly, shattering her meridians as she chose to commit suicide.

"Dead...all dead? My parents are dead? I'm useless now?"

Qian Siyu, who was standing to the side, was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, and then burst into crazy laughter.

The kid finally couldn't handle such a shock and his spirit completely collapsed.

He got up from the ground, staggering, his eyes glazed over, like a walking corpse, and walked out of the mansion.

Qian Qiang stood there, coldly watching Qian Siyu's departing figure, neither stopping him nor attempting to kill him.

In his view, a person who had become a useless and insane person no longer posed any threat to him, and there was no need to waste his energy on him.