A streak of fire suddenly burst into existence in the deep night sky. It came from the southern district of Heaven Dou City, where nobles gathered.
Seeing this, Bai Yi didn't hesitate. He silently recited a string of ancient, profound Dragon Language. As the words spread through the air, an invisible, mysterious power appeared around the Ice Arrow poised in his hand.
"Die..."
As Bai Yi whispered, the Ice Arrow shot out, flying straight toward the distant streak of fire that was still rising.
The dense raindrops along its path froze the instant the arrow passed through them, turning into beautiful ice crystals.
By all rights, Bai Yi's shot was nothing more than an ordinary arrow. Never mind whether it could kill its target—even at this distance, it might not reach.
But now the arrow flew forward with an almost mystical inevitability, as if the god of fate had kissed it. The moment it locked onto its target, the target's fate was sealed.
It could not be changed.
Elsewhere, the Sword Edge Marquis flew into a rage. Though he didn't know why Mo Yuan had kicked away the leverage he'd been holding over him,
the opportunity had come. As a battle-hardened general, he didn't hesitate to unleash his Martial Soul and attack Mo Yuan.
With a low growl from the Sword Edge Marquis, eight Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet: two yellow, two purple, and four black, the optimal configuration. At the same time, a three-foot-long red sword, four fingers wide and surrounded by swirling crimson Blood Qi, appeared in the air. He seized it in his hand.
The Sword Edge Marquis's Martial Soul was called the Bloody Sword. It was a high-grade sword-type Tool Martial Soul that could absorb the slaughter and killing intent of the battlefield