On the long street, a man who appeared to be just over thirty, with a handsome face slightly tainted by darkness and long silver-white hair, held a magnificent bow engraved with an ice crystal phoenix, locking eyes with Han Zheng.
"Head of the third division of the Bai Family, 'Cold Ice Arrow' Bai Songyuan!"
Han Zheng's gaze suddenly sharpened.
This fellow had come quickly; Bai Yuanzhou must have informed him right from the start.
And yet, before Han Zheng had the chance to kill him, his own ally had shot him dead with an arrow.
"Bai Songyuan, you strike ruthlessly as a member of the same family and even your ally; to be killed by your arrow just like that?"
Bai Songyuan said indifferently, "A piece of trash, who claims he's part of my family?
Facing a junior martial artist, he couldn't even withstand such a short period, and he dares to consider himself my ally?
Did he really think I would integrate him into the main lineage after succeeding? Wishful thinking!
