Liangzhou in October, Southeastward Bound; Burning the Dragon Temple by the Tongtian River

The other Daoist watched helplessly as his companion fell stiffly to the ground, his pupils trembling as they suddenly contracted.

Even if he had been caught off guard.

He had still been in the Meridian Opening Realm!

How could he have died beneath an arrow?!

Why could this man's arrows carry force? What were they made of?!

"Bzzz—"

This arrow was coming for him.

How could the Daoist dare to be careless? He drew the longsword from his waist and, with force reinforcing it, slashed at the arrow. The next instant, it felt as though he had struck a sea-dragon bursting from the ocean. The terrible impact sent his blade flying away, while he himself staggered back again and again. Only by bracing himself against a large tree did he barely steady himself, and then the next arrow came hot on its heels.

He did not even have a chance to catch his breath before he had to deal with another arrow.

This time.

The force contained within the arrow was even more vast and surging.

He was clearly only blocking an arrow, yet it felt like he was fighting a martial artist to the death!

And one with no weaknesses at that!

What would it matter even if he cut the arrow in half?!

From such a great distance, he could not harm the archer in the slightest!

"Bzzz!"

The third arrow flew in.

The flexible sword in the Daoist's hand seemed to be suffering a crushing strangulation, twisting and warping amid sharp cracking sounds. The arrowhead pierced unstoppably through his thigh, even punching a huge transparent hole through the bone.

"Aah!"

Wailing, he activated Blood Raging and tried to flee, but the white horse caught up with him in the blink of an eye.

Chen Sanshi did not