"Ah ——"
A scream of agony.
The falling man in black was caught by him and used as a living shield, placed in front of his horse, instantly blocking the dozen sharp arrows flying towards him.
Having completely entered the assassin's encirclement, Saknu's excited eyes brightly sparkled. He casually discarded the meat cover, laden with arrows like a hedgehog, dismounted his horse, raised the Liaodan scimitar, and swung at the bushes.
"Ah ——"
"Ah ——"
The cries of pain were endless. Although the assassins were all well-trained killers from the Jianghu, they were accustomed to killing ordinary people. They had not encountered such a monster that was impervious to swords and immune to hundreds of poisons, and whose strength was boundless. They could not match the monster and there was nothing else left for them to do but await execution.
