The river was filled with ice floes and flowed slowly, so the brightly-colored blood was not swiftly washed away.
The splatters of blood on the white paper paired with those black holes made Xiao Zhang even more frightening than before.
As they stared at the man in the river, the Imperial Guards felt a fear that they had never felt before. The two Divine Generals stared at the bent spears in their hands, a hint of astonishment flashing through their eyes. They had known that this man was strong, but not to this level.
"Damn it, have you gone crazy!" The Tang Second Master stood on the dike and shrilly shouted at the man standing in the river.
His face was exceptionally gloomy, his eyes burning with a raging fire. He was both incredibly shocked and apoplectic.
Wang Po had severed his arm to break through and then used one blade to kill Tie Shu; this was a fact that he could not accept.
But he found it even more unacceptable that just as Wang Po was about to die, he was saved.
