Seeing Wang Chen not far ahead raise the burly man high on his spear, Zhao Quan, standing at the end of the plank road, felt his entire body stiffen and his limbs turn ice-cold. He nearly lost his grip on the powerful bow in his hands.
As the leader of the Azure Peak Bandits' archers, Zhao Quan was not only an exceptional archer, but also possessed the cultivation and strength of a Fourth Tier Martial General.
A man like him could have distinguished himself anywhere, but having offended the powerful and been placed on the wanted list, he had no choice but to become a bandit and join the Azure Peak Bandits, scratching out a living amid the vast Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.
Zhao Quan had never felt that serving as the head of an archer unit was beneath him, because the Azure Peak Bandits had two fifth-tier Martial Ancestor leaders. Among the many bandit gangs in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, their strength stood head and shoulders above the rest.
This time, the two Great Leaders had personally led the operation and laid out a net that covered heaven and earth, claiming they were going to deal with a Blood-Clad Guard Commander.
Zhao Quan had initially thought it was like using an ox-cleaver to kill a chicken. A mere Commander could be dealt with by taking a squad of elite archers; why make such a huge fuss and devise such a meticulous plan?
Only now did this archer leader understand that their preparations had not been excessive at all. In fact, they had gravely underestimated their opponent.
The burly man Wang Chen had just impaled with a single thrust was none other than the Azure Peak Bandits' Second Lieutenant.
A fifth-tier Martial Ancestor!
One spear strike—just one move. And