Slaughtering Through a First-Rate Great Sect Alone

The night mist was thin, the moonlight hazy as water.

In the mountain forest, arrow after arrow tore through the air. Terrifying sonic booms exploded in succession like thunder, and Lightning Birds fell dead one after another.

Qin Ming was tall and lean, his muscles well-proportioned and cleanly defined. He held a bow in his left hand while his right swiftly and expertly drew arrows from the quiver. He was a master archer, never missing a shot.

The arrows flew from the bowstring with astonishing speed. A ring of white, cone-shaped sonic clouds burst around their tips, and the roar was deafening.

Even Lightning Birds, famed throughout the world for their extreme speed, could not escape such divine marksmanship. Any bird struck by an arrow exploded into a cloud of blood, its bloodstained feathers drifting down.

The branches, leaves, and everything else grazed by the arrows along the way also exploded into fragments.

The old man in green wanted to wipe away his sweat. The mysterious young man before him was far too formidable, his archery bordering on the miraculous. If arrowheads were forged for him from Exotic Metal, he might well be able to shoot down top experts.

The Black-Clad Woman was equally transfixed, Divine Rosy Radiance shimmering in her beautiful eyes.

In an instant, Qin Ming had fired twenty-eight arrows.

His black hair glimmered faintly, his body lustrous as Divine Glass. His eyes were deep, his features refined, and the lines of his body flowed smoothly, as though sculpted by the ghosts and gods themselves.

Every arrow he fired carried killing intent, swiftly clearing out the aberrant birds nearby.

Qin Ming said, "Collect the arrows."

He no longer carried any ordinary objects. The arrowheads were all cast from Jade Iron and could not be wasted.

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