The moon was full tonight, its bright light spilling across the boundless wilderness. In the distance, the marshland shimmered with flecks of silvery light.
Under everyone's watchful gaze, Wang Chen stood atop the watchtower with a longbow in hand, like a frozen statue.
The entire camp was deathly quiet, and many people unconsciously held their breath.
A sharp night-owl cry suddenly rang out from deep within the nearby woods, piercing everyone's eardrums.
It was here again!
Everyone instinctively frowned, a powerful sense of loathing rising in their hearts.
The same cry had plagued them for several nights in a row. Even plugging their ears had not completely blocked it out.
Yet in that instant, Wang Chen moved atop the watchtower.
He abruptly drew his bow, nocking an arrow that gleamed with a chilling light in his left hand.
The next moment, the arrow shot forth, crossing several hundred paces in the blink of an eye before burying itself in the dark woods.
"Ah!"
A shrill scream suddenly replaced the owl's cry, rousing everyone in the camp.
No one had expected Wang Chen to hit his target with a single arrow from such a great distance.
"Did you see that?"
An old soldier among the merchant team's guards said proudly to a recruit beside him, "That is what they call the Invincible Divine Arrow. That is Mister Wang's Invincible Divine Arrow—never missing a shot, sweeping aside all in its path!"
His tone brimmed with pride. "Back when the bandits attacked, I stood right beside Mister Wang and watched him shoot down hundreds of elite bandits. That sight... tsk, tsk!"
While the old soldier was lavishly singing Wang Chen's praises, Wang Chen had already fired more than a dozen arrows in succession.
Every arrow vanished into the woods, and screams rose one