"Ah!"
A scream of utter agony suddenly came from the shadow, sounding especially shrill in the dark cave.
The once-flickering shadow abruptly solidified, forcing Jiang Ping An's physical body into view.
He clutched his head with both hands, his face twisted in extreme pain.
He curled up on the ground, letting out broken groans as though his soul were being torn apart.
The third man, a thin fellow who had barely spoken, praised Yu Shuang at the sight:
"Yu Shuang, you truly are one of the tribe's finest talents. You must have trained the Soul Arrow Technique to near mastery, haven't you?"
A proud smile rose on Yu Shuang's face, though he answered modestly:
"You flatter me. I'm still some way from true mastery of the Soul Arrow Technique. If I'd mastered it, that arrow would have shredded his soul and killed him outright. He wouldn't be writhing here in pain."
He looked down at Jiang Ping An as he rolled across the ground, his voice full of contempt:
"With your meager skills, you dared fight the Feather Soul Tribe for treasure? You don't know your own limits!"
The tall man leading them was named Yu Lie. He raised his great bow, and dense divine power gathered on its string to form a crimson energy arrow radiating fierce heat.
He drew the bow into a full moon, then released it.
Whoosh!
The crimson arrow shot forth like a roaring fire dragon, tearing through the air with terrifying force.
Bang!!
In an instant, it struck Jiang Ping An's head!
With a dull report, his head burst apart. Blood and pale matter sprayed outward, then evaporated in the flames.
Only a headless body remained, slumped on the ground. It twitched a few times and fell still.
Delight appeared on all three faces.