Song Xian's arrow was swift and accurate.
The man's eyes narrowed, and the survival instinct within him made him instinctively dodge; the dagger in his hand moved away from his neck. Right as he was still immersed in the terror brought by the arrow, a figure swooped from the side, thrusting a long sword at him.
The sword's edge pierced his arm, causing intense pain, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground. Followed by a sharp pain in his waist, he was kicked hard and his body slammed heavily onto the ground.
The man's face, hidden behind a cloth, twisted as he tried desperately to struggle, only to be pinned down tightly. His neck was pressed against the ground, face buried, mouth and nose obstructed, almost unable to breathe. Near the brink of death, his neck loosened, his head was wrenched up, and the cloth covering his face was pulled off.
A familiar face appeared before everyone.
