"Stay alert, everyone. Something seems wrong around us!"
Ma Shaokang's ears twitched as he listened carefully. His expression suddenly changed, and he warned the manor hands around him. He nocked three long arrows onto his powerful bow and, with a whoosh, fired them in a triangular formation toward one direction.
The force behind them was sharp and fierce, tearing through the air. The three arrows crossed one another in midair, and beneath the shifting light and shadows, they actually merged into one. Its speed increased by more than thirty percent—it was another profound secret of the Chaining Arrow, the Hidden Arrow Technique.
Those three arrows appeared to have been fired simultaneously, but Ma Shaokang had actually used a special technique to separate their order, then propelled them with true qi. Thus, he created a deadly arrow-art killing move, exceptionally effective against martial artists.
With a sharp crack, the air exploded. Someone tore up a huge boulder with tremendous force and hurled it forward, colliding head-on with the three arrows.
Yet as the two sides crossed, one arrow pierced straight through the entire boulder and still shot toward that direction like a meteor.
Ma Shaokang's expression was grave. He did not believe this arrow would have any decisive effect, because he had already sensed exactly who the person lurking in the dark was.
"Uncle Zhao, your Elephant Throwing Skill has improved again. You can actually block two of my arrows!"
Ma Shaokang's face was icy as he spoke coldly. A surging, tyrannical Killing Aura spread outward. He was far too familiar with that stone-throwing technique—he had even learned a trick or two himself.
From the forest, a figure slowly stepped out. If it was not Zhao Zhen, who else could it have been?
At this moment, Zhao Zhen wore a fitted