Linglong was just about to ask a question when a howling gale flashed past her ear. A black shadow then crashed down beside Yan Mozi with a thud, kicking up fierce wind and dust. Looking closely, she saw it was the bedraggled Luo Zizhen.
This scion of a prestigious family, who bore one of the five greatest arrow arts of all time, had disheveled hair and a face smeared with blood. Both his wrists hung twisted and limp, their joints dislocated, while his legs were twisted like hemp rope, forcibly broken by someone.
His face was covered in beads of sweat, each as large as a soybean, yet he did not utter a sound. He was truly made of iron.
"I, Xiang, also wish to know which lofty expert wants my life. If you tell me truthfully, I may yet spare your life."
Xiang Yang drifted down like a breeze and landed leisurely. A deep gleam flashed through his eyes as he stared at Yan Mozi, then he spoke. Not only did he give Yan Mozi a sliver of hope, but he also made Linglong and Lu Chunwang reveal looks of surprise.
From the meaning and tone of Xiang Yang's words, he clearly had no intention of letting the matter rest. Instead, he wanted to seek trouble with that expert. What towering nerve—and what ferocious resolve.
"Are you serious? Hahaha, good. Then listen carefully. The one who ordered me to kill you was Blood Dust, senior brother of the Blood Demon lineage. He has already attained the Celestial Being realm, and the Blood God True Scripture possesses limitless might. Compared to his, my martial arts are no different from bricks and tiles beside gold and jade—a difference between heaven and earth.
"Let alone you, Xiang Yang—even if Fanputi held the