"Thud! Thud!"
Just as Lin Shuguang dodged aside, two arrows glowing with an eerie light suddenly shot out of the woods to one side as fast as lightning, slamming into the spot where he had stood and instantly blasting a deep crater in the ground.
The arrows were buried halfway, trembling violently.
The sheer brutality of their force was plain to see.
"You finally showed yourself." Just as Lin Shuguang stopped, the dense woods ahead rustled, and more than a dozen figures flashed out.
The middle-aged man leading them eyed Lin Shuguang coldly from a short distance away and asked someone beside him flatly, "Is that him?"
The man he asked was one of the Qin Family disciples who had followed Qin Taihang and fought over the Divine Tree.
"Uncle Jiu, that's him. I remember that face very clearly." The young Qin Family disciple recognized the face of Wang Ye that Lin Shuguang wore from several meters away, then stepped closer to confirm it again.
"It's him!"
Qin Tianjiu, the ninth of the Qin Family, looked at Lin Shuguang with an even fiercer gaze. "During that trip to Taihang Mountain, you ruined our Qin Family's grand plan, stole the opportunity that rightfully belonged to Taihang, and even caused his strength to suffer greatly back then. Our Qin Family lost all face.
"And afterward... Taihang's death had something to do with you too, didn't it? Don't rush to deny it. Our Qin Family's experts examined the scene back then. Aside from those bastards from Eastern Ying, there were traces of a swordsman...
"And that swordsman was you!"
Qin Tianjiu was aggressive from the moment he arrived. Dozens of figures surrounded the area, poised for an encirclement that would not let even a fly escape.
The smell of blood drifted through the