The Yellow-robed Woman no longer worried about Song Qingshu's safety. After giving him a deep look, she turned and instructed her subordinates to escort the convoy away. She knew they had not yet fully escaped danger; only by safely bringing these people back to Southern Song could she avoid letting down all the effort they had made.
Only after the Yellow-robed Woman and her party vanished into the distance did the White Lotus Society members finally come to their senses. Tang Saier, humiliated and enraged, snapped, "What are you all standing around for? Keep firing!"
Song Qingshu frowned slightly. Though he could stop these arrows and bolts, as impressive as the move was, it consumed a great deal of internal energy. He was not foolish enough to stand there and passively take blows, letting them keep shooting until they exhausted him to death. Seeing the White Lotus Society followers begin reloading their crossbows, Song Qingshu lowered his hand. The arrows suspended in midair abruptly turned around and flew back amid the crowd's horrified stares.
The White Lotus Society followers had already been thrown into panic and shock, with no real defenses prepared. Caught completely off guard by his move, several hundred of them fell in an instant. Seventy or eighty percent dropped to their knees, while only a few with strong martial arts barely avoided being pierced through the heart by the arrows and bolts. Even so, nearly every one of them was wounded. Judging by their terrified expressions, they had likely lost all ability to fight.
Tang Saier's heart bled. Everyone she had brought this time was an elite of the society, and they had the powerful crossbows the Holy King had acquired from the military camp. She had thought dealing with the people from Jianshan Academy would be