"Stop it, all of you! The nerve! Brawling in the streets with weapons? Do you really think the laws of Black Stone City are just for show?"
Song Mirror took the lead, charging into the scene with fifty or sixty Gold-Scaled guards. They quickly spread out, surrounding the two combatants in the center.
KAKAKAKA—
A series of crisp, synchronized clicks echoed as metal mechanisms were loaded. Dozens of cold military-grade repeating crossbows glinted in the sunlight, all aimed squarely at Li Heihu and Jiang Xuan in the center of the fray.
The crowd parted like water.
Dressed in black martial attire, Su Yu's face was as grim as still water as he strode into the encirclement.
He went to Zhao Tie's side and tapped several points on his body to stop the bleeding, then examined his injuries.
His arm and over a dozen ribs were broken. Even with a Martial Artist's powerful regenerative abilities, it would take several months to recover.
