Mad Slaughter, Waiting

No one had expected that, merely because they had failed to see eye to eye, the black-clad men behind Sima Jue would all nock arrows and shoot them screaming through the air.

From a distance of dozens of zhang, the black-clad killers of the Blue Garment Tower unleashed vicious archery.

Without the slightest pause, they fired three waves of arrows in succession!

As long as they could kill their opponents instantly, they would never waste time.

That was the nature of assassins. No one could guarantee that the gray-clothed man before them would not unleash a technique that took them all down together the next moment.

He might cross the lake and drag them down to the grave with him.

With a "Boom!"

The several hundred people surrounding the lakeside scattered in all directions the instant the rain of arrows flew toward them.

They were terrified of being caught in the sudden arrow storm if they ran too slowly.

Most of the cultivators who had come here were nothing but a rabble. Who among them could compete in ruthlessness with the imperial guards from the capital or the assassins of the Blue Garment Tower?

Before the gray-clothed man stretched the boundless lake, as though it had bound his legs, restricting most of his strength.

On top of that, the people fleeing in all directions behind him blocked his retreat.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of iron arrows had turned him into a porcupine!

What was frightening was that the black-clad men who lowered their bows and arrows showed not the slightest emotion. It was as if they were hunting in the wilderness.

The prey opposite them had been pierced by iron arrows and fallen into a pool of blood.

To them, this was merely the most ordinary, even