Not to mention anyone else—even Tang Feng was stunned.
He could hardly believe his eyes... That slender embroidery needle had actually blocked Sikong Yun's life-taking sword with effortless ease.
How was that possible?
In Tang Feng's eyes, Sikong Yun, as a retainer of the Yan Clan, was enough to run rampant through Sunset City without restraint, with no one daring to provoke him.
Not to mention that Sikong Yun's cultivation was more or less on par with his own.
Yet such an expert, a Yan Clan retainer feared by all, someone who walked through Sunset City as if he owned the place, had actually been stopped in his tracks before a blind man.
He would wager that if Young Master Yan Hui saw this scene, he would immediately expel Sikong Yun from the Yan Clan.
After all, following the battle in the secret realm, Yan Hui and Wang Xian had become irreconcilable enemies.
Or perhaps Yan Hui had never told his subordinates what had happened in the secret realm... Otherwise, Sikong Yun would likely have sent a signal to his master at once.
Amid his shock, Tang Feng suddenly thought of something else.
Something so astonishing it made his jaw drop, something he had nearly forgotten himself.
Even if Yan Hui came to Heavenly Fragrance Tower now, it would probably be useless if he faced Wang Xian.
After all, that man had already lost to Wang Xian!
No matter what, that terrifying arrow in the secret realm had left Yan Hui wishing he were dead.
Though Tang Feng had never asked Wang Xian what was so special about that arrow—whether it was some demon arrow, or whether it carried some kind of magic.
Yet Wang Xian merely lowered his head slightly and muttered, "Even so, do you still want to