The Grief-Stricken Tie Kuangtu, the Sacrificed Feixuan!

"Urgh!"

Just as Jiang Dali was injured by the impact of Di Ni's primordial spirit power, Shi Feixuan's delicate body also seemed utterly unable to withstand the tremendous force within the arrow. Her sleeve exploded into tatters as she was sent flying backward.

Yet while she was still in midair, another arrow suddenly tore through the wind like lightning.

Shi Feixuan's lovely face changed. Sword radiance flashed as she thrust upward, striking at the incoming arrow like a streaking rainbow.

Clang!

Arrow and sword collided, producing a low roar of clashing force like muffled thunder.

The golden arrow flashed like light and vanished in an instant, so fast that the naked eye could not catch it.

Crack!

The burning mast behind her was abruptly shattered by the immense force contained in that arrow. It slowly toppled amid the blazing flames. The arrow pierced through the mast and plunged into the cabin, pinning itself directly into the portrait of the Heavenly Monk within. Its shaft trembled violently with a continuous hum.

Shi Feixuan had already shifted sideways through the air by several yards before landing. A flush immediately colored her jade-like face, blood trickling from the corner of her lips, while the coldness in her eyes deepened.

"Patriarch!"

Bu Chi, who had just caught Bu Chan's grief-stricken cry, stared blankly at the Heavenly Monk's portrait that had been so easily pierced through and let out an incredulous shout.

But at that moment—

The air exploded with a hum as another arrow carrying terrifying force that ripped through the air followed close behind.

Then came a second, a third, a fourth—

The night sky swiftly filled with a rain of deadly arrows, as though a row of archers had loosed their arrows at the same moment, leaving no room to breathe.

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