When he saw Xuanyuan Que drinking wine and eating meat in the Du Residence garden, he did not hesitate. He fired his first arrow toward the Du Residence.
The bowstring trembled with a soft hum.
The iron arrow tore through the air, shot into the deepening dusk, and vanished without a trace!
The old tree swayed by the autumn wind trembled faintly at its branches, and a withered leaf drifted slowly down. Other than that, nothing changed.
Wang Xian remained calm, his face utterly expressionless.
Before the first arrow's result was known, he immediately fired a second iron arrow.
The iron arrows from Wind and Rain Tower were completely black, with nothing remarkable about them.
They bore no spirit inscriptions, no talismans, and could not even be called divine weapons. They were merely arrows—ordinary iron arrows held in Wang Xian's hands.
The iron arrow vanished into the night again. This time, the old tree in the courtyard shook more violently, its red leaves rustling as they trembled.
Scarlet leaves drifted down in silence, slowly falling with the autumn breeze.
At that moment, Wang Xian fired a third arrow.
His movements flowed as smoothly as clouds and water, without the slightest pause. Drawing an arrow, nocking it, pulling the bow, releasing...
Every movement was crisp and decisive, as though he had repeated them countless times. In a flash, he fired three iron arrows in succession.
Their sharp arrowheads pierced the night, crossed the void, and flew toward the Du Residence several miles away.
They caused little disturbance in the darkening sky.
There was no dazzling spiritual light, no deafening roar. They were not even as eye-catching as a firework quietly blossoming in the night.
Yet such an ordinary iron arrow could cross countless streets and alleys, pass through layers of buildings,