Though the little token had been flicked casually by Yang Zhengshan, its power was absolutely not something ordinary arrows could compare to. Even a bolt fired from a stationary crossbow fell far short.
The three martial artists in front failed to stop the token shooting toward them at high speed, and the last Half-Step Innate Realm martial artist actually still blocked himself in front of the middle-aged man and raised his saber to chop down.
Unfortunately, he had also misjudged the token's speed. Before his saber could fall, the token had already arrived.
Pfft.
The little token pierced straight through his abdomen, then landed before the middle-aged man's feet.
The bloodstained token still shone brilliantly under the sunlight, and set off by the fresh blood, it even gained a few shades of gaudy beauty.
The token had sunk into the bluestone-paved ground, an inch deep into the stone. The two characters "Jing'an" were exposed outside, while the character "Hou" had already stabbed into the bluestone.
The middle-aged man froze on the spot, his expression shifting between cloudy and clear as he stared at the two characters "Jing'an" on the token.
A shrill scream sounded. The Half-Step Innate Realm martial artist blocking the front collapsed limply to the ground with a thud.
On the terrace of the multi-story ship, Yang Zhengshan stroked his beard, a cold smile on his face.
Serves you right for showing off!
This old man wasn't even trying to shoot anyone. What the hell were you blocking for?
And even if this old man did want to shoot someone, could you stop it?
No matter how noble the people of Xinjiang Commandery Prince Mansion were, in front of him, they were only ordinary people.
If one had not entered the Innate Realm, one was not worth a