Splat!
The Ghost Head Saber slashed down without the slightest hesitation, clean and decisive!
A huge head, its face frozen in incredulous shock, soared into the air before splashing onto the icy bridge deck.
The headless corpse swayed, then crashed heavily to the ground.
Even in death, the desperate look on Zhao Xiong's face had not faded. It mingled with his final terror, frozen into something especially grotesque.
Only then did Fang Yuan slowly lower his blade and turn to look at the newcomer.
There was someone standing in the shadows at the bridgehead, though no one knew when he had appeared.
Dressed in the black fitted clothes common to the Government Office, he was lean and capable, his hands clasped behind his back. His face was cold and grim as he stared at Fang Yuan with sharp eyes.
Judging by his bearing and aura, he had clearly been watching from the side for quite some time.
It was Ji Kun, the Mountain Splitting Fist Fang Yuan had met at the Martial Arts School!
Besides being County Lieutenant Wu's disciple, he was also one of Qinghe County Yamen's Constable Captains—the youngest and strongest among them!
"I told you to stop. Didn't you hear me?!"
Ji Kun's face darkened, anger burning in his eyes. He strode onto the bridge in several steps, glanced over Zhao Xiong's corpse,
then glared fiercely at Fang Yuan and rebuked him, "You... you've ruined my great plan!"
He had been secretly watching Black Tiger Hall's movements. Zhao Xiong had been an important chess piece in his plan to cast a long line and catch a big fish, yet Fang Yuan had cut him down with a single stroke!
Fang Yuan's gaze was icy. The blood-dripping Ghost Head Saber in his hand remained unsheathed, merely hanging casually