Interesting!
Looking at Wang Chen's body on the ground, Zhang Yuan gave a cold smile.
This guy was vicious too, trying to frame me even at the brink of death.
The problem is, this place isn't a bustling street; it's desolate and uninhabited. Who could he be shouting for?
Zhang Yuan subconsciously glanced around but didn't find anyone nearby.
Yet Zhang Yuan also knew that the scouts and experts from the Linhai Sub-Branch's Battle Hall were rushing towards here.
Perhaps Wang Chen knew this, and since he was doomed, he might as well shout to try his luck.
What if he could trap Zhang Yuan?
Such intentions deserve condemnation!
Zhang Yuan thought briefly, then whistled to summon his mount.
This Yellow Steed had been with him for over a year and could understand basic commands.
Removing the Iron-Clad Bow, Zhang Yuan notched a Fine Iron Arrow and aimed it at the corpse ahead.
Thud!
The arrow instantly pierced Wang Chen's heart.
"Ah!"
