Dusk was falling when a carriage tore down Zhuque Avenue. The wheels crunched through puddles, sending curtains of water flying half a man’s height into the air.
Huo Yanxing stood steady atop the carriage, his horizontal blade carving a silver arc through the air as he swatted down the incoming crossbow bolts one by one. The final arrow grazed his right shoulder before embedding itself in the wooden carriage wall with a dull thud, a mere three inches from Mo He, who was curled up in the corner. Petrified, Mo He turned deathly pale and fainted on the spot.
"Huo Yanxing!" Xiao Qi ground his teeth and commanded his men, "After him!"
Chapter 69