"Prepare to die!" Shan Zhi's cold shout came from the other side.
This Plum Blossom Dart expert's hands were as swift as lightning, and three plum blossom darts with a ghostly blue gleam tore through the air, showcasing his famed technique "Plum Blossom Trilogy." Mo Wuhen wanted to evade, but due to his injured left shoulder, his movements were sluggish, and a plum blossom dart brutally pierced his heart.
Mo Wuhen stumbled forward, the short sword in his hand barely supporting him.
He raised his head, his mask soaked with blood, his eyes filled with reluctance and anger: "Central Plains Martial Arts... hmph..."
Before he finished speaking, another arrow from Miao Menlong struck him right in the throat. Mo Wuhen's eyes widened, his throat emitting a hoarse sound as his hands grasped futilely at the air, and he finally fell heavily to the ground, splattering a large spray of blood.
