Chapter 265: It Went In

Chang Ye Yue's eyes flashed.

She quickly assessed the angle and distance.

Gilgamesh at this moment had his back to them, his attention completely drawn to the Black Tower, a perfect… ambush (struck through) tactical interference moment.

She lowered her head and whispered to the nervous San Yue Qi, "Xiaosanyue, draw the bow."

"Huh? Now? Who to shoot? That blond one?"

San Yue Qi was a bit flustered, "He looks so formidable…"

"Listen to me."

Chang Ye Yue's tone carried unquestionable reassurance, "The angle is just right. He won't notice."

San Yue Qi looked at Chang Ye Yue's Calm gaze, clenched her teeth, and nodded.

She silently formed an Ice Bow, a pale pink Ice Arrow nocked on the string, aiming at a specific spot on the golden silhouette below…

Chang Ye Yue stood beside her, suddenly extended an arm, gently wrapped San Yue Qi's shoulder, pulling her half‑circling into her embrace.

The other hand covered San Yue Qi's hand that held the bow.

"Eh? Sis, older sister?" San Yue Qi's body tensed slightly, her cheeks flushing.

This posture… is too close!

"Don't move."

Chang Ye Yue's voice sounded at her ear, warm breath brushing the earlobe, making San Yue Qi's ears redden further, "Relax, follow my force."

Chang Ye Yue's hand was steady, guiding San Yue Qi's hand, subtly adjusting the bow's angle, no longer aiming at Gilgamesh's vital spots like the back of the heart or head—those might trigger his automatic defenses or survival measures.

Her target was… a more unexpected location.

Simultaneously, a thread of deep red seeped from Chang Ye Yue's fingertips, coiling around the Ice Arrow like a living thing.

Ensuring it could hit the target without being detected.

"Ready…" Chang Ye Yue whispered.

San Yue Qi held her breath.

"Now is the time."

Chang Ye Yue, holding San Yue Qi's hand, gently released.

Whoosh—!

An Ice Arrow wrapped in a faint deep‑red glow, almost fully merged with the night, shot off silently along a sharp, low trajectory!

It cleverly used the shadows and angles of several containers, perfectly evading everyone's view below, like a wisp of a ghost, racing straight to the target—

Gilgamesh was immersed in the thrill of about to crush the woman who dared to flip him off with a torrent of Noble Phantasm, already ready to utter a few more trash lines like "Enjoy your final struggle."

Suddenly—

He felt an extremely abrupt and sharp… sting in the noble area of his hips beneath the Golden Armor.

"Hm?!"

Gilgamesh's movement froze abruptly!

The mocking words that were at his lips got stuck in his throat.

His handsome face, which looked especially sharp from Rage, instantly froze, then turned to disbelief.

(What… thing?)

He turned his head stiffly, looking at the spot where the pain originated.

Below his splendid golden hip armor, roughly at the slightly left‑shifted tailbone, there was clearly an…

Ice Arrow.

The arrow penetrated shallowly, but its placement was extremely precise, and the icy chill seeped in thread by thread.

Gilgamesh: "…………"

Time seemed to halt at that instant.

Because Archer's flamboyant entrance and the lavish unveiling of the King's Treasure drew almost everyone's attention on the dock clearing to him.

Thus his sudden freeze naturally attracted everyone's gaze.

Saber, Lancer, Rider, Weber, Ailisi Feier, Black Tower, and even A Xing hiding in the shadows, all instinctively followed Gilgamesh's line of sight, looking toward his… rear.

Then they all saw the Ice Arrow, standing out starkly and delicately positioned against the Golden Armor.

The dock fell into a death‑like silence.

Only the whine of night wind through the container gaps and the faint sound of distant waves lapping the quay.

Weber's mouth opened wide again, this time big enough to fit an egg.

Rider blinked, then abruptly covered his mouth, his shoulders beginning to twitch suspiciously.

A strange, fleeting expression flashed across Saber's serious face, then she quickly averted her gaze, clearing her throat lightly.

Lancer's mouth twitched, he quickly lowered his head, pretending to study the reflection on his lance tip.

Ailisi Feier blinked confusedly, her ruby‑like eyes seeming not yet to fully grasp what had happened.

Black Tower's violet‑black eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze flicking quickly between the Ice Arrow and a distant container shadow, the corner of his mouth curving by a tenth of a pixel.

A Xing silently stepped half a pace out of the shadows, his golden eyes filled with appreciation, "That arrow technique… has something."

Gilgamesh turned his head back extremely slowly.

In his scarlet eyes, the initial bewildered expression had vanished completely, replaced by a blaze of Rage, shame, murderous intent, and a chaotic light of a worldview shaken.

His handsome face flushed bright red (partly from anger, part from…), faint veins pulsing on his forehead.

He opened his mouth, seeming to want to speak, but only a meaningless "ho ho" sound escaped his throat.

The Ice Arrow remained firmly lodged there, its icy crystal tail gently trembling in the night wind, as if silently greeting.

The scene became exceedingly awkward.

No, it's extremely awkward.

Even one of the instigators, San Yue Qi, who was hiding on top of the shipping container, instantly turned to stone after seeing where she had hit (under Chang Ye Yue's guidance); then her whole face went pop red as a ripe apple, she clapped her hands over her face, wishing she could disappear on the spot.

I-I-I... I hit... where?!

Her voice was trembling.

Chang Ye Yue withdrew her arm from around her, a flicker of satisfaction passing through her crimson eyes, but her face remained calm and waveless.

She lightly patted San Yue Qi's shoulder, her tone indifferent:

Mm, nice shot. Your aim was spot-on.

San Yue Qi: "..."

(Sis! Is that the point?!)

Meanwhile, down at the dock, the silence was finally broken.

Rider finally couldn't hold back, bursting into a earth-shaking laugh:

Wahahahahaha——!!!!! Sparkling gold! Your, your butt! Hahahaha! Who did that?! So talented! The King admires! Hahahahaha!!!!

That laugh was like a spark igniting a powder keg.

Shut——up——!!!

Gilgamesh let out a roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell!

The golden ripples behind him trembled wildly, and more Noble Phantasms thrust out like an angered swarm of bees!

But his anger now was no longer directed solely at the Black Tower; it enveloped everyone present, especially the sneak attacker who dared to subject him to such utter humiliation!

You... you damned, vile Miscellaneous Cultivators——!!! I will crush you all!!

The furious King's Treasure was about to pour down indiscriminately!

However, at this critical moment——

Pfft.

A soft sound.