Until she saw Zhou Changwang taking another detour, and just happened to have a cultivator traveling with them, who, without hesitation, continued to charge forward.
Thud!
Then, just after he rushed out more than ten yards, a sharp arrow suddenly pierced through the sky, directly hitting his chest, completely penetrating it.
"Ah..."
A scream had barely escaped when a martial artist suddenly erupted from the grass, sweeping with a blade.
The cultivator's head flew off entirely.
Independent cultivators couldn't afford to slap a body-protecting talisman on themselves at all times.
Without defenses, a sneak attack was lethal.
Qian Xiaoyue's face was deathly pale.
This was too fast, too sudden.
She never imagined that not far away, there was an ambush, attacking passing cultivators.
If she hadn't followed Zhou Changwang on the detour, would the person pierced by an arrow and beheaded have been her?
But how did Zhou Changwang predict the ambush ahead?
