A row of archers blocked Zhou Chongyue's path, forming an encirclement against Guo Mang's group with the remaining archers.
Zhou Chongyue said coldly, "Kill them for me! Leave none alive!"
The archers fired their arrows in unison, and the military officers of Cang Continent fell one by one. Soon, the snowfield was stained with blood.
Looking at the officers lying in the pool of blood, Guo Mang gripped his long sword with reddened eyes, "Zhou Chongyue, I'm going to kill you!"
Zhou Chongyue sneered, "Huh, just you?"
He grabbed Guo Mang by the neck and lifted him high into the air.
Although Guo Mang's martial arts were not weak, he hadn't eaten for three days—how could he be a match for Zhou Chongyue?
Just as Zhou Chongyue was about to twist his neck, a sharp hawk's cry suddenly pierced the vast sky.
With a frightening murderous aura, even the flying snow seemed to pause for a second.
Zhou Chongyue furrowed his brow.
