Ma Chi's figure was not tall or large; he was even somewhat lean, but his arms were long and powerful. At this moment, he stood at the edge of one side of the Training Ground, keeping a distance of over a hundred li from Cao Feiyu.
In his hand, he held a longbow of deep, limpid blue from end to end. Its bowstring was neither metal nor silk, flickering with silver-white streams of light, faintly wreathed in the sounds of wind and thunder.
"Senior Sister Cao, be careful!"
Ma Chi let out a low shout, his eyes locking onto that dark xuan color figure a hundred li away. He knew deeply how terrifying Cao Feiyu was in close combat; the sword energy of the Heavenly Descent Sword Art was by no means easy to deal with. Once she got close, his advantage would vanish like smoke.
Before the words fell, Ma Chi's upper body had already leaned back slightly. His left hand was like it was supporting a mountain, holding the body of the Wind-Splitting Bow steady, while the index and middle fingers of his right hand came together and hooked the bowstring in empty air.
He was not seen drawing an arrow from a quiver, but as the bowstring trembled, a deep blue arrow formed entirely from pure origin power and sharp astral wind had already appeared out of thin air, nocked upon the string.
The bow was like a full moon, the arrow like a shooting star!
"Whoosh!"
The deep blue origin-power arrow left the string and instantly turned into a blue rainbow spanning the sky. It was so fast the naked eye could barely catch it. Wherever the arrow passed, space was ruthlessly torn apart, leaving behind a trail that did not fade for a long time.