The conversation at Qiuming Mountain fell silent.
The countless sounds of bows and crossbows suddenly rang out.
Everyone present had a drastic change in expression.
Many people who came to this Spiritual Spring auction were elite members of families and sects, but many were also attendants.
Those crossbow arrows directly aimed at those attendants.
Swish swish swish!
As soon as the sound of the crossbows arose, several people had already fallen into pools of blood.
Everyone understood that Qiuming Mountain intended to establish its dominance.
"Don't panic! Take action!" Almost instantly, Su Wu snapped back to reality.
If they remained idle, they'd be like fish on a chopping board.
The urgent task was to resist in any way if possible.
As he spoke, Su Wu had already dashed forward.
With a swing of his treasured sword, he directly killed three crossbowmen.
Feng Wuji cursed under his breath: "Uncle Nong, take action!"
He also charged forward, attacking those crossbowmen.
