When Li Qingqiu walked out of the woods, someone on the city wall quickly spotted him.
"Someone's there!"
"Draw your bows!"
As a soldier cried out in alarm, the leading commander immediately raised his hand and gave the order. Hundreds of archers stood along the city wall and drew their bows toward Li Qingqiu.
Li Qingqiu's expression did not change. Lin Chuan, who was sprawled across his shoulder, chuckled and burrowed into the ground with him, vanishing without a trace.
Nangong E drifted out of his body and hovered behind him. Her beautiful hair lengthened, writhing like a swarm of dancing snakes, while her lovely face suddenly twisted into something ferocious.
Seeing that Li Qingqiu had not slowed his steps, the commander of the southern gate furrowed his brows and ordered directly, "Shoot him dead!"
Even if they were unsure whether he was Li Qingqiu, anyone who dared come to Zhenyang Imperial City at such a critical moment was certainly no ordinary person.
If he were the son of some powerful noble, he definitely would not have come alone.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
Hundreds of archers loosed their arrows. The arrows scattered toward Li Qingqiu like rain, leaving the martial artists in the woods trembling with fear. They had not expected the commander on the wall to act so decisively, and the martial artists who had previously advocated forcing their way in were now drenched in cold sweat.
Li Qingqiu's expression remained unchanged. As the rain of arrows descended, his figure began flashing rapidly, dodging the arrows along the way as he closed in on the city gate.
The sight caused an uproar among the soldiers on the wall. The Forbidden Martial Guards leaped down one after another, using qinggong to propel themselves through the air as they charged at Li