As if betrayed by the belief he had always clung to, Zhao Liulang's face turned deathly pale. He shook his head repeatedly, muttering, "No... that's not it... You're lying... You're lying..."
This was the moment!
The Hidden Guards, who had been waiting in the shadows, instantly threw their hidden weapons. They struck Zhao Liulang's arm—the one holding the dagger—with pinpoint accuracy. The force was so great it nearly pierced straight through his entire arm!
Caught off guard, Zhao Liulang let out a blood-curdling scream, his grip on the dagger faltering as it clattered to the ground.
A sharp glint flashed in Yu Zihan's eyes. He sidestepped slightly, grabbed the man's arm, and executed a quick, precise, and ruthless shoulder throw!
