Under ordinary circumstances, Song Zhong would naturally have realized what was happening. But now, at this critical moment in his life-or-death duel with Li Xinge, he couldn't afford to let his attention wander.
By the time he sensed the danger, it was already too late to dodge.
The glowing arrow screamed through the air and pierced straight through Song Zhong's chest. The excruciating pain twisted his face into a grimace.
Song Zhong looked down. A ghastly hole gaped in his chest, blood gushing out.
He turned around. Not far behind him stood the Zheng Family patriarch, Zheng Lingjun, who looked like a middle-aged scholar.
Zheng Lingjun was watching him too, his eyes full of mockery.
"Zheng Lingjun!"
Song Zhong gritted his teeth, his eyes brimming with hatred.
That despicable wretch had actually attacked him with a hidden arrow.
High in the sky, the vast shadow of a sword had gained the upper hand. With a ripping sound, it tore through the Blade Intent and came crashing down!
Sensing the tremendous disturbance, Song Zhong jerked his head up. The sword's shadow loomed ever larger in his pupils.
"No!"
BOOM!
A deafening crash shook the heavens and earth, and the ground seemed to tremble. Then a blinding light burst forth.
In an instant, the night was lit up like day, and a magnificent mushroom cloud rose from the ground.
A terrifying, invisible shock wave surged out in every direction from the explosion. Everything in its path was obliterated.
The tremendous commotion drew everyone's attention. They stopped what they were doing and stared, dumbfounded, toward the mushroom cloud.
Before long, a figure slowly emerged from the smoke.
Everyone watched without blinking. They knew that whoever emerged from the smoke unscathed would decide the victor of this battle!
The figure gradually came into view.