The spring rain seemed to become agitated, evaporating due to the scorching heat and rising into a hazy mist.
Lingering in the air, it left a trail as though an angry Jiaoshe had thrashed about, leaving its traces behind.
In front of the Qin Mansion Gate.
A terrifying divinity erupted like thunder, intertwining serpents of lightning writhed around, and an ice-cold death Qi filled the air!
The Divine Foundation cultivator wearing a grey mask was pierced through the forehead; the horrifying momentum carried by the arrow nailed him viciously to the vermilion door of Qin Mansion studded with copper nails.
Blood blossomed from the back of his head like an exploding lotus.
Only then did a subtle "crack" sound emerge.
It was the sound of the grey mask breaking, splitting in two and sliding off onto the ground, revealing the pale face of a middle-aged man who had not seen the sun in many years.
Fear from the moments before death still lingered in his eyes.
Just one arrow...
