Though the small token was casually tossed by Yang Zhenshan, its power far surpassed any ordinary arrow, even more than a crossbow bolt.
The three martial artists in front couldn't block the swiftly flying token, and the last half-step innate martial artist actually stood in front of the middle-aged man, raising his blade to strike down.
Unfortunately, he underestimated the speed of the token, and before his blade could fall, the token had already arrived.
Splurt.
The small token pierced directly through his abdomen and landed at the feet of the middle-aged man.
The blood-stained token still shone brightly under the sunlight, and with the contrast of fresh blood, it appeared even more brilliant.
The token embedded into the green stone-paved ground, one inch into the stone, exposing the words Jing'an, while the character for Marquis was already inside the stone.
