What was going on? The wandering heroes who had followed along for the spectacle were all dumbfounded.
Looking at the severely wounded Tong Shihong, they did not know what words could possibly suit their feelings at this moment.
All along the way, Tong Shihong had brazenly sent people to deliver messages to Huashan, and everyone had seen it. At the time, Feng Qi had remained unmoved, seemingly giving tacit consent. They had assumed only that his abilities were limited, which was why he allowed Tong Shihong to behave so wantonly.
After all, Tong Shihong was one of the foremost masters of the age. Yet the moment he reached the mountain, he had been stabbed.
They could not even tell whether this was a show of force or killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. What shocked them even more was that, faced with Feng Qi's surprise attack, Tong Shihong had not even been able to dodge...
Sure enough, following them all this way had not been in vain. There was truly a good show to watch now.
Huashan Sect was deathly silent.
Tong Shihong had suddenly been sent over as proof of sincerity in ruining the alliance between the two sects?
Zong Gui looked at Tong Shihong, who sat cross-legged on the ground treating his injuries, his mind completely blank. For a moment, he could not wrap his head around it.
Gate Master Tong, what kind of performance are you putting on?
All along the way, you sent me letter after letter, and it would not be an exaggeration to say you knew Feng Qi inside and out. So how did you have absolutely no guard against his sneak attack? You had already reached the mountain—why did you not come running over first? It was not as though I