Chapter 102: An Impossible Identity (2)
“Get back!” someone shouted, and all twenty of them retreated.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Zhou Xuchuan turned toward the voice, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief at their audacity.
The man dressed in black to the southwest hurriedly tried to adjust his stance when he saw Zhou Xuchuan approaching. But before he could react, a sword had already pierced his forehead like the wind, creating a large, gaping hole.
"How…"
"喝!"
Just as they were about to panic, someone shouted loudly as if urging them to come to their senses. It was a sound art unique to Daoist cultivation methods.
The Dark Heavens Association’s spies quickly set aside their surprise and focused on the situation at hand. They needed to concentrate fully on capturing Zhou Xuchuan.
Ting, ting, ting, ting!