"Obstructive!"
Sensing Luo San's sudden burst of energy, Yuan Nü Jūn let out a furious shout and drew her bowstring again without hesitation. As the bowstring reached its second full draw, countless arrows gathered upon it. A sky full of arrow-light formed a Heavenly Net and Earthly Snare, pouring toward Luo San in a torrent. These weren't Time Arrows, but they carried a trace of the same power, distorting the space they passed through so severely that the slightest mistake would leave a person sliced to ribbons.
Luo San couldn't help cursing under his breath.
But the target of his curse wasn't Yuan Nü Jūn. It was the foolhardy Jimò Qiu. The young man didn't know the limits of heaven and earth, nor did he understand how fearsome a Time Arrow was. He actually intended to take it head-on! What Luo San found even more absurd was that he'd rushed over to save him, only to feel a gentle force pushing him away at the waist, forcibly shifting him out of position.
"You—"
Before he could finish, a Time Arrow pierced the vital point in the Youth Warlord's heart.
The sight made Luo San want to stamp his feet.
To reach the 18th Rank Da Shuchang at such a young age, no matter how much the Anointing had contributed, his own talent couldn't be ignored. The kid was clearly gifted beyond measure, so why wouldn't he use his brain? What a waste!
Yuan Nü Jūn didn't seem to have expected things to turn out so dramatically, either. Even her fingers froze on the bowstring for a moment, as if she hadn't expected the young man to be so "tough." The hard-fought battle she'd anticipated never came. The winner was decided after only a few dozen exchanges.
"Kang actually has such