"Help..."
Before Zhao Tong could cry out for help, an arm already stretched over, a hand as firm as an iron claw, clamping down on the Dragon Horn Spike, keeping its tip against Zhao Tong's forehead without advancing an inch.
Feeling that overwhelming strength, Shen Luo's heart shook, and he couldn't help but retort angrily, "It was not I who wanted to kill him, but he who tried to kill me; am I not even allowed to retaliate?"
"He ambushed you with One Nail, and you returned Three Water Arrows; that's why I didn't intervene just now. But now... it's not allowed," Huang Yi said, frowning.
"You really are stubborn..." Shen Luo couldn't help but feel speechless.
But just as he planned to withdraw, the Ice Seal on Zhao Tong's hand was released, and he suddenly raised a palm, a Blood Cloud hidden within, striking straight towards Shen Luo's forehead.
