It was Nalan Yu on the city tower, gripping an iron bow and loosing a soul-seeking arrow at Wang Xian.
The iron arrow had barely left the bowstring when it reached Wang Xian.
The arrow made little sound as it flew. Only when it was right before Wang Xian did it unleash a terrifying shriek, as though announcing that it would reap the Southern Suppressing Prince's life and pierce Wang Xian through the heart.
In the courtyard by Misty Rain Lake, a streak of black flashed before Tang Shisan's eyes. It seemed that the next instant would bring an explosion of blood!
She even couldn't help shifting her body.
A soft gasp escaped her. After four years apart, how would Wang Xian break this arrow flying on the wind?
Even if it had been her, facing this sudden, concealed arrow on the battlefield, she feared she would have struggled to block it. She might not even have had time to react before the iron arrow pierced her chest!
The iron arrow stopped three feet in front of Wang Xian.
Yet no blood splashed, and no cry of pain rang out.
Amid Tang Shisan's startled cry, Wang Xian reached out and caught the arrow flying on the wind. He looked back toward Nalan Yu, concealed behind the battlements, and shook his head.
He barked coldly, "Not enough!"
With a flick of his hand, he sent the iron arrow flying toward the towering city wall.
Nalan Yu threw himself to the ground without hesitation. As long as he could dodge the iron arrow he had shot, he couldn't care less about the dignity of an imperial general.
The arrow flew too fast. None of the soldiers on the wall saw it clearly.
Its speed surpassed everyone's imagination, yet no blood splashed. No