"Whoosh!"
A sudden, ripping sound splits the air.
Piercing and terrifying.
As if death itself has descended.
"Thud!"
The Fifth Grade expert, who had brought Han Dong from Zhenbei Prison and guarded her side—
A bloody hole appeared on his forehead.
A black arrow plunged into his brow and burst out the back of his skull, the arrowhead buried in the ground, the fletching humming violently.
"Squad Leader..."
He barely managed to call out before collapsing stiffly to the ground.
"Divine Archer, from the Divine Arrow Army? Hurry, take Han Dong and go!"
Blood Skull exclaid in shock.
He had just tried to draw his blade and intercept that arrow, but couldn’t defend against it.
"Over there!"
A Third-Grade Martial Artist pointed to the northwest corner, at a shadow standing atop the roof.
Han Dong, being dragged up from the ground by two Middle Third Grade Martial Artists, quickly spotted the figure. She felt a sense of déjà vu.
"Retreat!"
Blood Skull ordered.
He faced the shadow directly.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
The shadow drew his bow and nocked arrows.
Five arrows flew in rapid succession.
"Careful!"
Blood Skull bellowed, raising his blade to block. He refused to believe the enemy’s arrows could pierce his defense.
"Thud, thud, thud, thud!"
The sound of bodies being struck and pierced by arrows rang out in quick succession.
The two Middle Third Grade Martial Artists who were dragging Han Dong, both received bloody holes in their necks and chests; arrows punched through them, blood spurting from their mouths as their hands slipped away from Han Dong.
Clutching their necks, they collapsed to the ground, breath fading and gone.
"Damn it."
Blood Skull tried to drag Han Dong away.
Of the five arrows shot at his n,
he managed to cut down only one.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
But just as he neared Han Dong,
three more ripping sounds ca from behind him.
Blood Skull hurriedly blocked.
These three arrows were fired straight at him, unlike before when the shots targeted his subordinates—there was no room for error or distance to play with.
All his senses sharpened.
He swung his blade three tis in quick succession.
His saber technique was tight and impenetrable.
In his vision, it was as if three silver needles sliced through the darkness toward him.
"Clang clang clang!"
The three arrows were all blocked by him.
But the force from the shadow’s arrows—
Frightening power, as though each could pierce a stone wall.
The energy from the arrow seeped through the blade, into his arm, adding wound upon wound.
Yet he ducked out of the shadow’s sight in ti, crouching down by the corner of the wall.
"Co with !"
The Third-Grade Martial Artist moved with lightning speed.
His hand shot out to grab Han Dong’s shoulder, sealed of Qi and Blood Power, hoping to drag her to the corner and out of the shadow’s line of fire.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
But the shadow seed inexhaustible.
Again, the bow was drawn and arrows nocked.
Five more arrows flew over in succession.
All aid at the Third-Grade Martial Artist.
In that split second—
The Martial Artist felt death lurking, but he hadn’t ti to react; the first arrow punched through his outstretched arm that reached for Han Dong, then his legs, then through both his chest.
He who was supposed to escape with Han Dong—
Could only fall kneeling before her.
Choked up in a final struggle, before his life left him.
"Are you here to save her?"
Blood Skull, lurking out of sight, seized the opportunity, moved behind Han Dong, pressing his blade to her neck and interrogated.
"Sister Dong, hold on!"
The shadow said inwardly.
He was no stranger.
It was Jiang Feng.
His strength had ascended to First Grade.
After using his available Fortune Points to upgrade all possible Skills, Jiang Feng grabbed his crossbow, disguised himself and hurried back in ti.
Luckily, even though Blood Skull and his n shifted their position at first sign of trouble,
leaving the original compound behind,
they seed to have sothing important to question Han Dong about. The allied group’s new hideout was just near the previous one, and as they were about to leave Dragon Capital, Jiang Feng caught up with them.
He made the first move.
Killed all of Blood Skull’s n with his arrows.
He understood all too well—
Killing Blood Skull wouldn’t be easy. As long as Blood Skull was around, it would be impossible to get close to Han Dong; if Blood Skull tied him up, his n could escape with Han Dong out of Dragon Capital—then what?
So Jiang Feng wiped out his underlings first.
Now, seeing Blood Skull seize Han Dong,
hiding behind her while he questioned him,
in that instant, Jiang Feng didn’t hesitate at all.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Three arrows fired straight at Han Dong’s vital points.
Jiang Feng was betting.
Betting that Han Dong had sothing more important to Blood Skull than his own life—that without the thing, Blood Skull would never let Han Dong die before he got it.
"Bastard."
Sure enough—
Seeing Jiang Feng fire without hesitation,
Blood Skull instantly flung Han Dong into the left-side room, gripped his blade and did everything he could to intercept Jiang Feng’s arrows.
In that mont—
Blood Skull’s saber unleashed a violent primordial energy storm, forming a wall of force.
The arrows tore through the wall—
Their power drained.
He managed to block two arrows with his blade.
The last arrow ripped away a chunk of flesh from his arm.
"I’ll kill you!"
Blood Skull charged like a raging tiger.
His body seed to glide over the ground, hugging the wall as he rushed toward Jiang Feng.
He was sure that Han Dong, tossed into the West Wing Room, wouldn’t dare even peek out. He’d kill Jiang Feng first, then take her away—no rush.
And indeed—
Han Dong’s Qi Blood was sealed,
but her mind was still sharp.
"Seems like it’s the sa person as last ti."
She recalled the shadow that killed Ning Hongzhuo that night—
That ti, three arrows had been shot at her as well.
"I have to find a way to escape."
Han Dong understood: it didn’t matter if Blood Skull won or the shadow prevailed. If either of them caught her, it would spell disaster.
She rembered, from an old scroll she’d happened upon at the Academy, a thod to break through a Qi Blood seal, and now began attempting it from mory.
"Boom!"
Blood Skull’s fra was massive.
His body technique speed rivaled Jiang Feng’s,
maybe even faster.
Clearly, his Body Technique Level far outmatched Monkey Escape.
He flitted beneath the eaves several tis—
"Boom!"
Waved his hand, unleashing a Sword Essence strike,
targeting Jiang Feng, who tried to pull back and maintain distance.
"Whoosh!"
Jiang Feng’s figure flickered.
The spot on the roof where he landed split open with a hole.
He managed to fire one arrow at Blood Skull, lurking beneath the eaves.
The arrow punched through the wall.
Blood Skull evaded it,
then swung his blade at Jiang Feng.
"Clang!"
Jiang Feng swung his Black Longbow,
clashing it against Blood Skull’s saber.
Both shattered the roof underfoot, then used their body techniques to dash into the compound where Han Dong was held.
Jiang Feng saw a crack form on his Black Longbow—Blood Skull’s primordial power was fierce and his strength boundless. If Jiang Feng hadn’t just beco a First Grade Martial Artist, cultivating Tai Chi Longevity Skill, his own primordial strength would have fallen short.
Otherwise, trading blows with Blood Skull, he wouldn’t survive several strikes.
"Howl!"
The mont Blood Skull and Jiang Feng landed in the courtyard, Blood Skull swung his saber again at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng used the montum to smash his Black Longbow toward Blood Skull.
With his free hand, he drew the long saber, already strapped to his waist.
"Howl!"
He slashed out as well—
It was a Profound Level Blade Technique, the Thousand Layered Waves in Loulan Slash.
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