Atop the ritual altar on Mount Qi, Lu Ya stared coldly as arrow-feathers struck both eyes of the Straw Effigy, sinister baleful energy spreading all around it, and shouted in a fierce voice:
"The third arrow—shoot the heart!"
Hearing this, Jiang Ziya's heart clenched. He gritted his teeth and gathered his breath, once more drawing the Mulberry Branch Longbow to its full span. He aimed the last Peach Branch Arrow at the Straw Effigy's heart, and his arm suddenly loosened.
The sharp arrow howled through the air and drove straight into the very center of the Straw Effigy's heart!
In an instant, formless curse power crossed the void and violently crashed into the central command tent of Great Shang.
A long, shrill, grief-stricken howl tore through the clouds, resounding across heaven, earth, and the four wilds, shaking every soldier in Shang Camp until their souls trembled.
Zhao Gongming was held in Wen Zhong's arms when his chest suddenly exploded with a thunderous blast. Samadhi True Fire surged uncontrollably from every limb and bone, flames coiling around his body.
The Dao cultivation he had bitterly trained for a thousand years, the world-piercing cultivation filling his entire being, instantly collapsed beneath the sinister curse power of the Seven Arrows Book of the Nail-Headed, turning into specks of flying ash that scattered with the wind.
After that long howl, his life force was utterly cut off. His body sank hard and slumped heavily in Wen Zhong's arms. Blood-tears streamed from his eyes, and there was no longer the slightest breath in him. A mighty figure of the Jie Sect had fallen here inside the tent.
Within the Xiqi camp, Lu Ya saw that the great deed was done, and slowly withdrew the incantations and sinister baleful spiritual energy before the altar, a cold,