An Arrow Shot at the Divine Statue, Part One

Even if all the heroes beneath heaven stopped here, Wang Xian would not.

Ever since leaving Dragon Valley, he had not known what despair was.

Likewise, with a great enemy before him, he did not know what it meant to give up.

Lowering his head to look at the precious iron arrow in his hand, Wang Xian shook his head and instantly replaced it with a thin bamboo arrow.

At the foot of the mountain, Hua Mantian watched Wang Xian about to draw his bow and shoot. Then he suddenly put away the iron arrow in his hand and actually replaced it with a bamboo arrow. She stared blankly for a moment.

She looked at her senior brother on the mountain path as if he were an idiot.

He's gone mad. The mountain is filled with terrifying people, yet at this moment of life and death, he's taken out a bamboo arrow. Could it be a demon arrow?

Just as she was about to cry out a warning, she suddenly clapped both hands over her mouth.

Because Wang Xian had already quietly drawn the iron bow in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the youth bent his bow, nocked the arrow, and shot toward the divine statue rising straight into the clouds atop the mountain—not the old monk in the great hall.

In Wang Xian's eyes, that divine statue was even more detestable than the old monk in the great hall.

It ignored the human path, ignored the Heavenly Dao, and actually helped a tyrant commit evil.

This arrow made him think of the Academy.

Ever since leaving with his master, he had rarely used a bow. He found that he missed it somewhat.

He did not know whether it was because of his longing, or because he disliked the old