In just a few breaths' time, the victor among the five "Deceitful Heart" constables was decided.
In this merciless struggle for life and death.
One lived, four died!
The lead soldier with a scarred face was a notch stronger than his peers. With the initiative and after paying the price of being cut three times with blood pouring out, he successfully kept the "Golden Bar" in his hand.
Holding a long knife in one hand and the "Golden Bar" in the other, he admired its golden brilliance against the setting sun, as if it was the most enchanting color in the world.
"Mine, you are mine, no one can take you away! Hahaha..."
Even as the golden light of the Rashamon Bone spread out.
The bolder constables who still lingered within ten zhang couldn't help but widen their eyes and shuffle their feet, inching closer.
The scar-faced soldier was still utterly intoxicated.
