Wei He stood motionless in the alley, staring at the black-clad corpse on the ground.
The opponent had not been very strong, only at One-Blood. But to someone who had never trained in martial arts, even One-Blood was a level beyond resistance.
At this level, an ordinary person only needed to find a suitable Martial Arts Cultivation, train diligently for several years or even a decade, and have sufficient resources supplied to reach it.
Unless they possessed trash aptitude fit for a pig, most people could reach One-Blood.
This was Taizhou, a land where martial valor was in fashion and resources were more abundant. In Feiye City, there truly had not been so many One-Blood martial artists.
Wei He sighed inwardly, then abruptly raised his hand. The force of the Overturning Rain Imprint surged as he pointed forward with one finger.
In the darkness, a glint of cold light happened to strike his fingertip and fell to the ground.
With a crisp ding, the thing seemed to be made of metal.
Wei He looked toward the direction from which the hidden weapon had flown, but only had time to see a black shadow swiftly flee.
He did not give chase. At a time like this, staying put and waiting for support was the best response.
After waiting in the alley for a short while, Yang Xue had yet to arrive, but two agile, burly men rushed into the alley instead.
The moment the two saw the black-clad corpse on the ground, they rushed forward and threw punches at Wei He from the left and right.
The wind from their fists carried two howls. From the sound of them tearing through the air alone, one could tell roughly how powerful they were.
They even seemed to be wearing metal gauntlets.
Wei