Run!
Shivering violently, Song Bangyao shot backward like a startled bird, not caring about anything else as he sprinted into the crowd.
Looking towards Ye Xuan, who was sat in the center of the hall, becoming a living target with numerous crossbows pointed at him, including eight strong crossbows, Song Bangyao breathed a sigh of relief as all escape routes were blocked.
He thought to himself, even if Ye Xuan was extremely skilled, he couldn't possibly dodge so many crossbow bolts!
Young people are indeed inexperienced and overconfident!
Facing such a situation, one should immediately seek cover, yet he even had the mood to leisurely sit on the sofa, totally ignorant of the danger.
Song Bangyao couldn't deny this kid's skills!
But his confidence was too excessive.
He suddenly felt, hiring an assassin had been redundant; had he known his opponent was so overconfident, he would have set the trap much earlier.
