Ma Jun was afraid—so afraid that his whole body trembled faintly. Every throb of pain from his wound reminded him that death was drawing near.
But he knew even better that turning back now and fleeing to his junior brother would only drag their hope of revenge in the future down into the abyss with them.
His junior brother had peerless talent. As long as he managed to escape, he would surely avenge them one day.
"Hahaha! How interesting. This is so interesting!"
He Chong looked at Ma Jun's ridiculous figure, terrified to the extreme yet still standing in his way with a blade. Then he glanced at Chen Yue, whose face was grim in the distance, and burst into mad laughter. His laughter was twisted with the thrill of finally avenging his great grudge.
"Ma Jun, oh, Ma Jun. A moment ago, you ran for your life like a dog, and now you're back playing the hero? You think you can stop me? Chen Yue, you coward hiding in your shell—you finally decided to come out? Those arrows felt pretty good just now, didn't they?
"Today, I'll pay you back tenfold, a hundredfold, for all the pain you inflicted on me! And you, you stupid fool who doesn't know when to quit—you'll go with him! Looks like even Heaven can't stand the sight of you. It's determined that you and your junior brother will both die here today!"
Faced with He Chong's crazed taunts and the murderous intent pressing closer with every step, Chen Yue's expression didn't change in the slightest.
He swiftly nocked two arrows and drew his bow. The bowstring thrummed, and the arrows shot forth like meteors chasing the moon—one aimed at He Chong's face, the other at Qian Jun's chest. They checked the two men's