Ji Xinghuo intended to say that the Cangye Tribe held no grudge against you, but then he thought again, and realized that saying this was meaningless.
So he said, "To kill, no reason is needed."
The Legendary Ice Master sneered, not at all surprised; this was the way of the Red Emperor's followers. He turned back to look at Bai Mang who was still frozen on the ice, noticing the antelope-horned man's face filled with excitement, his frequent glances toward the Highlander across them, guessing some reasons.
"You've come for this antelope-horned man?" the Ice Master asked.
Ji Xinghuo drew a steel spear from behind his back, held it in his hand, his arm muscles bulging. After sprinting a few meters, he hurled it fiercely towards the Ice Master.
This was his answer.
"Fool!"
The Ice Master's expression remained calm. The only reason he hadn't intercepted the spear before was due to a momentary lapse. Now prepared, how could he possibly be hit by a ranged attack?
