The gray-robed man, his head pierced by an arrow, fell to the side in the snowfield, his brain and blood spraying everywhere!
This scene was truly too horrifying. An arrow through the head was chilling enough, let alone a long, heavy Red-Tasseled Spear!
All the gray-robed martial experts felt as though their own heads had been pierced, a chill running down their forehead, their bodies stiffening.
They had killed countless people, but they had never seen such a method of murder—too cruel and too terrifying!
How great must the murderous intent in one's heart be to shoot such a spear!
Who could it be!
Who did it!
Everyone sensed that the situation was amiss. The Official Road, covered in snow, suddenly filled with a tense and fearful atmosphere, and another gray-robed figure took over to give orders in place of the first.
"Draw swords! Everyone, draw your swords!"
He barked!
His voice snapped everyone back to reality, and they each drew the curved blades at their waists.