The girl on the mountaintop, named White Girl, spoke a single sentence, and the thousands of people below the mountain jumped back, seemingly extremely frightened of her.
Of course, a small number of people didn't retreat, but they also clasped their fists at White Girl, indicating they wouldn't snatch it and were merely watching for entertainment.
"I hope you're being truthful." White Girl coldly glanced at those people, then looked at the long-haired man and said brashly, "What about you, are you still trying to compete with me?"
"I said, just one short, so no discussion, thus, my apologies." As the long-haired man's wrist shook, the white paper fan in his hand suddenly opened, and from the fan shot out three golden darts, their speed incredibly fast, slicing through the darkness like three bolts of lightning, in the blink of an eye aimed separately at her forehead, throat, and heart.
