The masked assassins who were supposed to fire their crossbows suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure, like a tidal wave, pressing down on them. Their knees buckled, and their hands couldn't muster the courage to shoot.
Even though it was just the Miao King, everyone seemed to see thousands of troops behind him.
Several assassins couldn't even hold their crossbows steady.
Yet, some dared to meet the Miao King's gaze.
Just one look, and they fell to their knees!
If they were likened to a vanguard charging into battle, then their morale had been torn open by the Miao King.
The man raised his head, staring unblinkingly at the Miao King. His eyes, hidden under the hat, flashed with shock and panic, then complexity and ambition, before finally settling into calmness.
He spoke coldly, "Release the arrows!"
Still, no one dared to touch the crossbows.
When the man ordered to release the arrows for the third time, finally, an assassin moved.
He shot an arrow at the Miao King.
