Making the Most of Everything

Making the most of everything. Whoosh—the torrential rain poured without cease, muddy water splashing high.

The cold mist left by the arrow tearing through the sky gradually faded away beneath the rain's washing.

Splash! White foam leaped, ripples spreading.

The blue-green great dragon vanished from their locked gazes like a fleeting shadow, a glint of light.

Qiu Yifei fell backward, the lead-gray sky reflected in his dull, lifeless pupils. All the rain poured down from the heart of heaven. The arteries in his corpse's chest thrashed like strips of leather, pumping out torrents of blood that soaked the yellow-earth courtyard.

Black stains bled across the ground.

A Hunting Tiger losing his heart would not die at once, but Liang Qu wanted him dead.

Profound Light Opening.

The spiritual will imbued in the arrow and the Dragon Tiger Two Qi alone were enough to kill him! A mere lower-realm Hunting Tiger—a mayfly gazing upon the blue sky!

It was not over!

A great wind filled the sky. Damp vapor surged and spread, flooding into the small house like a tide.

The bandits' actions lay clear as palm lines.

Exterminate the bandits.

Wipe them out clean!

Crack, crack, crack.

Liang Qu spread his arms and drew his bow. Rainwater trickled down the bow limbs, winding and entwining like little snakes, forming a pure-white water arrow.

"There's a smell of blood!"

The short, sturdy man packing boxes inside abruptly raised his head, nostrils twitching as every muscle in his body tightened.

"The smell of blood?" The tall, skinny man sneered. "Didn't you fuck that woman to death? What's so strange abou—"

"No, it's not just one scent! Someone who's refined their blood doesn't smell fishy!"

Pfft! Before his words fell—

A scalding stream splashed across the short, sturdy man's face. His heart violently