Killing Trap

At this moment, the sun hung high overhead. The middle-aged man was already leaning against the carriage, dozing off, while An Chen drove.

The entire convoy was drowsy. Just as it passed through a narrow gap flanked by low slopes, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

By the time An Chen's carriage, which was farther back, passed through as well,

six masked men in white suddenly emerged from both sides, three on each side. Several of them roared at the horses, and the animals immediately collapsed to the ground.

Everyone in the convoy jolted awake.

At the same time, three figures blocked the road ahead. They looked at the convoy and smiled faintly. "You're terribly unlucky to have caught our attention. But you're also lucky, because you'll die by our hands."

"Attack!" the man ordered.

As soon as he spoke, the white-clad men on both sides sprang into action. Their Wuhuns manifested, and one or two Soul Rings floated around each of them.

One of them drew a longbow and aimed at a merchant caravan worker. With a whoosh, the man's head burst apart upon being struck.

For a moment, white and red fluids sprayed everywhere. Several drops splattered across the middle-aged man's face beside An Chen.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically. He wanted to resist, but abandoned the thought when he saw the other party's Soul Rings. After all, he did not even have a single Soul Ring, while they were Soul Masters with two Soul Rings.

Then one of them raised a long blade and charged toward An Chen and the middle-aged man.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man conjured a horsewhip in his hand and swung it forward in panic.

He had originally intended to shove Old Yang beside him out to block the blade so he