No wonder the sword-controlling cultivator from Long Whale Island had no confidence in battle formations and direct confrontations, and had said that there was once a time when he had slain the Heavenly Wolf General Wu Qi, only for the rest of his companions to die without explanation, leaving only him to run far and escape quickly, saving his own life.
The reason was right here.
Who would have known that their ultimate enemy turned out to be the "Young Heir" they had been protectively keeping behind them?
It was incredibly tricky and hard to guard against.
In his mind, thoughts whirled, and in an instant, Zhou Ping'an had figured out the cause and effect.
Faster than his thoughts, a strand of bright red and intense flame shot out from between his eyebrows with a "whoosh."
Indescribably swift was this arrow.
It had just formed when it was already nailed to the Young Heir Shen Bing's forehead.
