North of Wushuang Giant Stone Camp, snowfield.
A small figure in a yellow cloak was desperately fleeing northward across the snow.
Whoosh......
An iron arrow suddenly shot from behind, piercing straight through the shoulder of the figure, causing their already stumbling steps to beco even more unsteady.
"Trying to run? It’s not that easy!"
Xia Chuan held up a pale gold giant bow, his eyes cold as he nocked another silver iron arrow after shooting the first.
The pale gold Iron Core Bow in his hand, nad Divine Arm, has a pulling power of Six-maned Power, which is the pinnacle of the Great Xia’s current forging craftsmanship. It was made using a new material that Mu Dong accidentally obtained from Wuyuan during Xia Hong’s absence, in addition to the previous Jiao Tendon and Snow Bamboo Silk.
Originally, Xia Chuan brought the Divine Arm to Longyou this ti to give it to his elder brother, but since he hasn’t seen Xia Hong, he had to keep it with him.
At present, while pursuing Wu Xiong, it has just co in handy.
Xia Chuan drew the bowstring and shot again. The Six-maned Power’s Divine Arm Bow is not just unique in its bowstring material; the bow body and even the arrows are all made of thousand-forged iron. The iron arrow itself is small, with thousands of silver forging patterns densely stacked together, making it appear silver in color.
Bang......
The sound of the Divine Arm Bow shot is completely different from an ordinary bow. The bowstring, which endures the Six-maned Power, returned abruptly to its position. As Xia Chuan, who was in pursuit, slightly paused, the nearby snow on the ground was blown outward by the air current caused by the bowstring’s return, which showcases the power of this bow.
Whoosh......
Even the re return of the bowstring can cause such a disturbance, not to ntion the arrow shot out. The iron arrow ca like a teor in an instant, no different from the previous one, which pierced straight through Wu Xiong’s nape.
Thud......
Wu Xiong plunged headfirst into the snow. The impact of the iron arrow crushed his body forward for more than a dozen ters, the snow piling high in front, ultimately forming a small snow hill, and his presence is lost within it, life or death uncertain.
Pierced through the nape, undoubtedly dead.
Not even a god could save him!
Xia Chuan, along with Peng Bo and the other two following behind him, had a fleeting look of joy in their eyes. But as the snow hill suddenly exploded, a black shadow darted out from within and continued fleeing northward, leaving them all montarily stunned.
"Is he still alive?"
"This is strange; this can’t be Wu Xiong, right?"
......
While Peng Bo and the other two were in a daze, Xia Chuan had already chased after him. Not only that, but his expression also beca exceptionally grave.
"He can’t die, this is......"
It can only be explained as sothing supernatural.
Not long ago, at the Wushuang Camp, seeing Wu Xiong flee after having his spine cut, Xia Chuan was still speculating, but now he can basically confirm it.
"This Wu Xiong definitely has so connection with sothing supernatural!"
Besides his grave expression, a hint of worry also erged in Xia Chuan’s heart.
Yuan Cheng and Yuwen Dao were both at Yangyuan Peak last night.
Worry aside, seeing Wu Xiong has already fled over three hundred ters away, Xia Chuan quickly retrieved a piece of Solidified Fire Oil from his chest, crushed it, and sared it onto the arrow before once again taking aim at the fleeing Wu Xiong.
Bang......
The iron arrow shot through the air, this ti aiming at Wu Xiong’s rear skull.
Swish......
From a distance, Wu Xiong seed to sense sothing as he suddenly ducked and bent down, the silver iron arrow almost brushing past his scalp.
Even though he avoided this fatal arrow, Wu Xiong showed no sign of relief on his face, because the terrifying air current created by the iron arrow that just fell had knocked him to the ground directly.
At such an opportunity, how could Xia Chuan let it go?
Whoosh......
The next second, a black blade swept across ten or more ters of snow waves, reflecting in Wu Xiong’s slightly panicked pupils, and ca straight to cleave his head.
Clang......
However, the expected decapitation scene did not occur.
A silver Snake Spear blocked Wu Xiong’s front, not only resisting Xia Chuan’s Black Blade but even pushing back toward Xia Chuan.
"Who are you, get out of my way..."
Suddenly being stopped, Xia Chuan imdiately roared in anger, but before he could finish speaking, a familiar voice ca from nearby.
"Minister, this is the third son of Long Mountain, Li Xuandu."
Qiu Peng!
Xia Chuan’s brow furrowed. He first withdrew his Black Blade and looked up at the middle-aged man in white holding the Snake Spear in front of him. Only then did he notice that not far away, Qiu Peng was leading a group of people towards them.
He looked beyond the group following Qiu Peng, spotting two wooden houses a kiloter or two away, suddenly realizing that he had unknowingly pursued them to the plains where the Long Mountain army was stationed.
Wu Xiong, after leaving the Giant Stone Camp, had been fleeing north, which was precisely the direction of the Long Mountain garrison.
Obviously, the commotion of the chase had startled those from Long Mountain.
Qiu Peng was on a mission to Long Mountain, so coming with them was not surprising.
"Stirring up Long Mountain is a bit troubleso."
Peng Bo, Zhu Yuan, and Hong Guang from behind also caught up, standing behind Xia Chuan. Qiu Peng also quickly moved away from the other group, standing by Xia Chuan’s side and quickly whispering to him.
As Qiu Peng reported, Xia Chuan’s gaze subtly changed while he sized up the group from Long Mountain.
Besides Li Xuandu, who blocked him, Long Mountain had a total of five people. The leader was a beautiful woman in white, and the other four appeared to be middle-aged, with one of them bearing so resemblance to Li Xuandu.
"Li Xuanling, Li Xuandu, Li Xuanyan..."
Knowing the identities of those who ca, Xia Chuan’s gaze focused on Li Xuandu, seeing Wu Xiong already being helped up by him. He imdiately interrupted Qiu Peng’s recount, directly turned his head to look at the leader, Li Xuanling, and spoke with a slight hint of respect, cupping his hands as he began:
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