Everything happened too fast.
So fast that many people hadn't reacted yet.
Xia Yuanxian looked at Qiu Meng's corpse, frowning slightly.
Ambush?
His first reaction was that Qiu Meng, having just stepped onto the martial arts arena and not yet steady on his feet, was shot dead by a single arrow from Chen Tang.
Otherwise, as a martial artist in the Inner Core Realm, it's hard to explain why Qiu Meng would die so quickly.
Qiu Meng, as a guard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, was strictly selected. His gray iron armor was forged from high-quality refined iron, and even a five-stone strong bow couldn't pierce it within a hundred meters!
What kind of bow did that person use?
Xia Yuanxian withdrew his gaze, no longer sparing another glance at Qiu Meng.
The dead guard was worthless in his eyes.
Xia Yuanxian looked towards the crowd, searching for the next guard to step up.
He believed that with the lesson learned, whoever it was would be more cautious and fully alert.
