Fresh blood splattered onto Rong Wanlin's loose white hair. His eyes widened in fury, blood vessels clearly visible as a nameless rage erupted within him.
Someone actually dared attack him in broad daylight, in front of everyone.
If not for his profound cultivation and a crisis sense far keener than commoners, that arrow would have pierced his forehead just now—but his instinctive dodge ended up costing the life of a First Grade expert of the Rong Family!
"Who was it?"
Rong Wanlin let out a hysterical roar, drawing the long sword at his waist in an instant. At the same time, everyone from the Rong Family and the East City Embroidered Uniform Guard unsheathed their weapons.
All present turned to look in the direction the feathered arrow had come from.
At that moment, the countless Martial World men crowding the street consciously made way to open a path.
At the far end of the long street,
