Three Words

Outside the mountain villa, Hu Keke's expression tightened slightly at the sound.

Wang Xian's expression remained unchanged. Hearing the cry of the arrow, he merely lowered his head and looked at the Deer-Cleaving Saber in his hand.

That instant was too fast—so fast that Wang Xian had only just lowered his head.

An arrow tore through the void and was about to pierce someone's chest in the blink of an eye.

That instant was too slow.

So slow that Wang Xian swung his saber just as he had once playfully sparred with Tang Tian in Huiwen City, brandishing the bamboo sword in his hand...

He slashed at the little companion he was playing with.

Yet this saber strike suddenly carried an aura that could neither be explained nor described.

The wisp of aura was transparent and limpid, yet viscous as honey, like a mass of mud so thick it could not be dissolved.

A trace of Chaotic Qi.

An iron arrow spinning at high speed stopped before Wang Xian just like that. It continued spinning desperately, trying to pierce through the mass of chaos before it.

Wang Xian put away the Deer-Cleaving Saber and took out his iron bow.

He reached out, seized the rapidly spinning iron arrow, then spun around and shot it back into the wind.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Wang Xian had not shot just one arrow. Instead, he fired three different iron arrows in succession.

The iron arrows pierced the void in an instant. In Mu Qingyun's eyes, they looked no different from one another.

There was only something rather strange about the scene.

Thus, Mu Qingyun locked his divine sense onto the three iron arrows that had shot through the air...

With a sharp hiss, one iron arrow flashed like lightning and pierced into someone's chest!