The surroundings were deathly silent.
No one answered, as if the person who had loosed those arrows had simply fled.
"Who fired those arrows? Come out and show yourself! Since you had the guts to shoot at me, Song, don't tell me you don't dare face me!" Song Fuxiao shouted again.
Still, no one answered.
Song Fuxiao grew angry and sneered repeatedly. "What a coward. I can do without seeing a craven rat like you, hiding your head and tail."
When no one appeared even after he taunted them, Song Fuxiao finally confirmed that the archer had truly left.
He raised his head and glanced at the battle nearby. The six trusted men he had brought were locked in a bloody fight with Ning Xin Hai. Ning Xin Hai truly lived up to his name of "Stone Buddha." His Buddhist martial arts were extraordinarily refined, carrying the might of one man holding a pass against ten thousand enemies. He stood before Cui Xiaoxin's carriage, and the six experts Song Fuxiao had brought could barely approach him.
Of course, Song Fuxiao could see clearly that although his six trusted experts were attacking aggressively, they were not fighting with all their strength. They had all been personally trained by the Old Immortal and had followed him for many years. They had done countless dirty and difficult jobs for him, and the people they had killed were beyond counting. In particular, in recent years they had likewise concealed themselves within the military ranks, working with him to strike at enemy generals—advanced commanders who could seize the enemy chieftain's head amid ten thousand troops.
Even if their martial strength was inferior to Ning Xin Hai's, who was fighting without regard for his life, if they had truly wanted to take him down, they would