"You..." The Beiman pointed at Xie Jue, his companion's corpse hanging on the treetop while he himself was hammered to death on the ground, "Cunning..."
In his muddled vision, all he could see was Xie Jue's cold and piercing features, like frost.
The Beiman died with eyes wide open!
He refused to believe that the seemingly frail Xie Jue could so easily slay all three of them. Xie Jue had always excelled in the art of Qimen Dunjia and ingenious mechanics; he used himself as bait to catch three big fish.
