The Mount Song disciples knew better than anyone how formidable those hundred-odd crossbowmen were. They were the elite among the elite of the Mount Song Sect, the very foundation of the sect.
Sending them out to ambush and kill the Mount Hua Sect had been like using an ox-cleaver to kill a chicken.
Yet now, they were all dead. Without exception, their throats had either been severed or pierced.
Killed in a single move!
The one who had killed them was a peerless master!
"Who did it?"
Once Zuo Lengchan had calmed down, he gently laid Lu Bai's corpse down and looked at Tang Ying'e and the others.
"Who was ruthless enough to do this?"
"It should have been Ji Shu."
Tang Ying'e hesitated for a long while before finally forcing himself to speak.
"Someone saw Ji Shu laughing and chatting with Yue Lingshan and the others while eating at an inn. He... he seemed not to have been poisoned."
"How is that possible?!"
Zuo Lengchan could scarcely believe it. "I clearly saw an arrow graze and break his skin. He must have been poisoned with a deadly toxin. How could he be fine?"
"Could it be that Ji Shu was holding himself together while killing his enemies?"
Zhong Zhen of the Nine Bends Sword looked remarkable enough, but his brows and eyes were steeped in gloom. He slowly said, "Ji Shu's martial arts are formidable. It is possible that he forced himself to fight, using his own life to protect Yue Buqun and the others."
"Is that so?"
Zuo Lengchan said coldly, "Whether he was poisoned or not, Ji Shu killed my Junior Brother Le, Junior Brother Fei, Junior Brother Lu, and Junior Brother Ding. His crimes are unforgivable; even a hundred deaths could not redeem them!"
His eyes