Bamboo arrows poured down like a torrential rain!
Not ten arrows, not a hundred, but a full three hundred and sixty talisman arrows!
Every one of them had been fashioned from purple bamboo, their shafts inscribed with hair-fine runes. They let out piercing shrieks in the wind, as though they intended to rip this patch of sky apart.
Wen Xiaoxiao, airborne and in the midst of bringing her sword down upon Du Yulin, was stunned!
A moment ago, her face had been flushed red, her eyes burning with bloodthirsty excitement, as if she had already seen Du Yulin's head hit the ground.
But now she had gone pale, terrified, and lost—
Those three emotions flooded her face at once, twisting her expression into something almost absurd.
No, at this moment, there was still an eerie smile at the corner of her lips.
In the instant before the sudden change, she had been taking pride in that sword strike—
It was a strike into which she had poured her entire life's cultivation, merging the power of the void with the power of mystic ice. It was enough to shatter every defense of cultivators at the same level.
That smile was even more terrifying than a demon's, because it belonged to someone who had not yet realized her own predicament.
What lay before her was beyond all her expectations!
She had thought this would be nothing more than a simple interception and assassination.
What trouble could a blind youth and an innkeeper possibly cause?
She had even thought the Tower Master was being overly cautious. Against ants like these, why send two Tower Masters at once?
The sudden upheaval came so swiftly that it surpassed everything she had imagined.
Who could predict their own fate?
Wen Xiaoxiao had once believed she could.