Roar—
Even stripped of his cultivation, the Mountain Lord was still the Mountain Lord. As he walked, gusts of sinister wind rose around him. His intelligence remained intact as well, and he spoke in human tongue. "Kid, take us to get the treasure. Otherwise, I'll tear off one of your arms first for a taste! Hm? What are you doing?!"
Chen Sanshi, fifty paces away, slowly took out a bow that looked like a set of deer antlers.
Even without its spirituality, the Hundred Deer Chasing Moon Bow was still a bow of nearly a hundred stone, its destructive power no trifling matter.
He drew a Flowing Light Arrow, nocked it to the string, and shot it at the Great Worm.
Without magical power to protect him, and with such a massive body, how could Geng Canmao dodge the arrow? It struck him squarely in the chest. Dark-red blood flowed beneath his fur. Fortunately, his bones clamped tightly around the arrowhead, preventing it from reaching his heart.
The pain drew a deafening roar from him. He entered a berserk state and pounced forward with the ferocity of a tiger descending the mountain, charging at full speed.
Chen Sanshi remained calm, doing nothing but nocking arrows and firing!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Willow-leaf arrows tore through the air, every one striking true.
The charging Mountain Lord was quickly shot into a hedgehog, his speed slowing more and more. Yet he was a savage beast of special bloodline after all. Even in this state, he still forced his way before the human cultivator.
Chen Sanshi put away his bow, raised his spear, and moved like a ghost, darting and weaving.
No matter how frenzied Geng Canmao became, his attacks always struck empty air. Instead, bloody holes kept appearing across his own tiger body