"Did I say that you can go?"
Bei Feng clasped his hands behind his back as he looked over at the crowd. Seeing the figure of Ma Dao Zhu trying to sneak away, he picked up a stone and flicked it out!
"Sou!"
The stone shot through the air with a sharp, shrilly sound, appearing instantly behind Ma Dao Zhu! As though it was passing through cotton, the stone did not even slow down as it entered the back of his head and exited through his forehead, bringing with it a trail of blood!
"Peng!"
Ma Dao Zhu collapsed heavily into the snow, face first. A pool of scarlet blood slowly seeped out of the tiny wound in his head, dying the white snow red.
Even in death, Ma Dao Zhu could not believe that he had actually died in the hands of the person whom he had chased like a homeless dog a few days ago!
The stone continued unhindered—until it was finally embedded in the trunk of a huge tree far away.
The power of a single strike, causing terror with ease!