Sea Yakshas in the Sea, Feint East, Strike West

Song Youfu let out a clear howl. Spiritual power burst forth as he sent Song Youping flying a hundred zhang with one palm strike. Then, with the speed of thunder before one could cover one's ears, he drew out the Dragon String Bow and pulled it taut like a full moon.

"Hit!"

"Whoosh!"

An arrow forged from hundredfold-tempered refined steel became a streak of cold light, silently breaking through the heavy seawater as it shot straight at the black shadow launching the surprise attack.

This precious bow, which he had once found difficult to control, had become something he could wield skillfully after years of tempering, allowing him to unleash its proper power.

"Rip!"

The refined steel arrow pierced straight through the black shadow without obstruction. Amid a muffled scream, the pungent smell of blood spread out, instantly staining the frigid seawater crimson.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three more arrows followed in rapid succession. This time, he deliberately held back some of his strength. After the arrows sank into the unidentified creature's body, he detonated the spiritual power attached to them. The refined steel arrows exploded into countless tiny fragments, leaving its organs and flesh riddled with holes.

Its life force swiftly drained away, until it finally fell silent.

The sudden encounter had come quickly and ended just as quickly. In that flash of lightning and spark, Song Youfu ended the battle with four arrows without even getting a clear look at his enemy.

Song Youping, whom he had shoved away, came back to his senses only to find that everything was already over. Looking at the pool of blood drifting toward him, he could not help but stare blankly.

"Damn it, that scared the hell out of me. I thought some real tough bastard had shown up. What the hell