The moment Chen Shouyi landed, he lightly stepped forward again. His Long Sword flashed across the monster's fine-scaled neck, and its head instantly parted from its body. Rank, stinking blood gushed out.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent. Not a sound could be heard.
Everyone stood frozen, staring blankly at the headless monster's corpse, its tail still thrashing back and forth.
Just like that, it was over.
The monster had been so terrifying that everyone had already despaired. Two Security Advisors had died one after another, and quite a few special police officers had mentally prepared themselves to make the ultimate sacrifice. Yet after just a dozen seconds, it had fallen.
It had fallen cleanly and decisively.
Even Wei Xiang, who had just loosed an arrow, was momentarily stunned. Then he strode over and clapped Chen Shouyi hard on the shoulder. "Well done!"
Feeling the other man's tremendous strength, Chen Shouyi's legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground. He shook his head modestly. "Your shot was the accurate one. If you hadn't hit the monster with that arrow, we'd probably all have died here!"
Wei Xiang was taken aback, then burst out laughing. "Let's not go around praising each other."
In truth, he knew that his archery was not quite divine. Another martial artist might well have managed the same. But keeping the monster occupied for so long without suffering so much as a scratch was no small feat.
He had been a martial artist for nearly ten years and had met most of the martial artists in Hedong City. But he doubted there were even ten with this kind of strength.
Chen Shouyi saw that blood had soaked Wei Xiang's abdomen and asked, "Is your injury all right?"
"Just a flesh wound. A few days' rest and