Jia San was very strong.
Among the younger generation of the snow monsters, aside from Ade, the Acting Patriarch, he ranked in the top three.
Yet he had died so muddleheadedly.
A silver needle had been shot directly into his fatal point.
He had only managed to let out a single cry.
The most terrifying part was that Jia Yi and Jia Er, who had been with him, had not even seen the other party's shadow. Only Jia Yi had caught a flash of silver, but they had had no time to make any judgment.
I could see fear on Jia Yi and Jia Er's faces as well.
The person who could kill Jia San with a single move could also kill them without their noticing, just as easily as he had killed Jia San.
Their strength was probably about the same as Jia San's. Even if they were slightly stronger, it would not be by much.
"Acting Patriarch, it must have been the one who killed Little Old Nine!" Jia Er said.
Ade's expression turned ugly as he looked at me. "He was most likely coming for you."
Even without him saying so, I knew. When that person had killed Little Old Nine, it had been to leave behind that note.
But I said, "Even if he was coming for me, wasn't he also coming for you? Don't forget, he knows your fatal points. Every strike has been lethal!"
I was telling the truth. His attacks were extremely precise. Without knowing something about the snow monster tribe, there was no way he could have done that.
Furthermore, the nine-inch silver needles he used were not the acupuncture needles we usually saw. They were even thinner than acupuncture needles.
Shooting such a thin silver needle while ensuring accuracy was no