"How dare you show your face?"
Veins bulged on Gongyang Han's forehead; he wished he could tear Song Jie apart right then and there.
If it weren't for this scoundrel's incompetence, for falsely reporting intelligence, for even acting as a traitor and informing the Wude Army Guard of the White Lotus Sect Young Master's whereabouts, how would they have been trapped in the city, and how could they have nearly died under a hail of arrows?
"You..."
Just as Gongyang Han was about to speak, he heard the dense sound of arrows being shot from behind him, occasionally mixed with the nearly imperceptible whistling of sharp weapons slicing through the air.
These were several unadorned Longswords, shot swiftly from behind the Wude Army soldiers. They skimmed above the cobblestone pavement, stabbing toward the people inside the building.
Flying swords!
