In the dark of night, a feathered arrow shot into the sky as though chasing the wind and pursuing lightning, aimed straight at the falcon. Unable to dodge in time, the falcon took a direct hit and plunged headfirst from the sky with a mournful cry.
Although the shooter had successfully killed the falcon, he had also exposed his hiding place. Li Chenzhou and the others had been watching the bird and immediately noticed the change overhead. The masked Black-Clad Man dashed like a bolt of lightning toward where the falcon was falling, while Shi Kuan of the Golden Scale Guards moved at the same instant.
Not to be outdone, Qiu Xianguang led twenty experts from the Sword Palace charging toward the scene.
Li Chenzhou frowned. He had wanted to observe the situation before acting, but he had not expected these people to be so impatient.
A black figure appeared amid the snow-covered ruins, drifting like a wisp of smoke straight toward the masked man who controlled the falcon. It was Black Corpse. Meeting on a narrow path with no room to yield, the two immediately plunged into a fierce fight.
Shi Kuan had intended to go to his aid, but boom! The snowy ground ahead burst apart, and a white figure lunged at him, ten pointed fingertips gleaming blue as they clawed straight for his face.
Shi Kuan roared in fury and thrust both fists out to meet the attack. As the leader of the Golden Scale Guards, his martial arts were naturally extraordinary. The instant he punched, two raging torrents of force enveloped his opponent.
His attacker was White Corpse. Though she struck swiftly, Shi Kuan's blow came later yet arrived first. From the wind of his punches, she could already tell that he practiced a fierce, forceful