Mighty Bow Annihilates Foe

The others found this reasoning reasonable, and with a shout from someone, all the Wu family riders immediately split into pairs, spreading out to search ahead slowly.

Though Shi Mu was far away and couldn't hear what the pursuers were saying, the triangular-eyed man holding the wooden box stood out clearly among them, and from the way he spoke, he seemed to be some sort of leader.

This made Shi Mu's killing intent toward him surge instantly.

Shi Mu had already noticed that all these pursuers had heavy footsteps—every one of them was a Martial Disciple, with no Houtian Martial Artists among them.

If that was the case, with his own skills, he truly had no need to fear them.

With this thought, he suddenly grabbed a large handful of arrows from his leather quiver with one hand, stuck them one by one into the dirt before him, then took a deep breath. A series of cracking sounds like firecrackers came from within his body, and both arms swelled a full circle larger as he abruptly drew the Purple Steel Bow.

The entire massive bow was pulled into a full moon shape in an instant, aimed directly ahead.

In the dead silence of the forest, the sounds from Shi Mu's body naturally carried far.

"What was that sound?"

"Who's there?"

"Idiot, it must be that brat Shi Mu. Hurry over—don't let him get away again."

The Wu family riders were startled at first, then overjoyed, charging one after another toward Shi Mu's position.

The only one who didn't rush over—the triangular-eyed man—saw this and a smile crept onto his face.

In his view, since Shi Mu had already revealed his position, there was no way he could escape this time.

Just as he was about to close the lid of the wooden box in his hands, he suddenly heard a sharp crack from afar, then felt a gust of wind before his face, a chill at his throat, and his entire body flew backward as if struck by a massive object.

With a "bang," he slammed heavily into a large tree, sending a shower of leaves fluttering down.

The triangular-eyed man only then realized in horror that his body was hanging in midair, with an arrow inexplicably piercing his throat, only a small section of feathered tail visible.

He had been nailed through the throat by that arrow, pinned firmly to the tree behind him.

"Urgh..."

The triangular-eyed man let out two gurgling sounds, kicked his legs weakly twice, and then all his strength drained away rapidly.

Just as he was about to breathe his last, he vaguely saw his other companions in the distance, amid a series of sharp cracks, also shudder and fly backward.

"At least I'm not going alone—won't have to worry about being too lonely down below."

With a "thud,"

the wooden box the triangular-eyed man had been holding fell to the ground. The lid popped open, and the little insect inside fluttered its wings, flew out, and after a few flashes, vanished into the grass.

"Dodge quickly—his arrows are deadly! Zhao Shitou and Kong Zhang are already shot dead."

"No good, the arrows are too fast, we can't dodge—get behind the trees! Ah..."

"Damn it, he's using a Three-Stone Hard Bow—it can pierce stone and wood! Sun Ergou and Li Kuang hid behind trees and it didn't help—they got shot through the throat too. What do we do?"

"Idiot, hit the ground!"

The Wu family riders, who had been charging fiercely toward Shi Mu, were thrown into chaos after a few sharp cracks, all dropping to the ground, not daring to get up.

Shi Mu, meanwhile, unhurriedly grabbed another arrow from the ground, drew the purple giant bow again, aimed it at the area over a hundred zhang ahead, and narrowed his eyes, his expression exceptionally calm.

"Hu Lao'er is dead too. Did anyone see which direction the arrows came from? Only if we pinpoint his exact position can we fight back." One of the older Wu family riders, lying on the ground, managed to keep some composure as he asked.

"Boss Li, his arrows are too fast—I only caught a glimpse of the shadow. It seems to be coming from straight ahead," another Wu family rider replied frantically.

"Good. Since we know his position, I have a way." The rider called Boss Li, upon hearing this, reached one hand behind his back, then shook it in the wind. With a "puff," a thick round leather shield appeared in his hand.

Boss Li rolled his body once, curling entirely behind the shield, then let out a low growl, hunched over, and charged straight at Shi Mu, shield first.

"Great—I almost forgot, Boss Li's specialty is the Blade and Shield Technique. We're saved!"

"Get ready—once Boss Li gets close to him, we'll charge too. We have to finish this brat as fast as possible."

The remaining few saw this and were overjoyed.

With a dull "thud,"

Boss Li, who had just lunged forward, flew backward five or six zhang after a sharp crack, landing heavily on the ground with no further sound.

"That's not a Three-Stone Bow—it's a bow of seven stones or more! Even Boss Li's leather shield was useless. You'd need a Black Iron Shield to block that. Ah..." One of the Wu pursuers lifted his head slightly, saw Boss Li's fate clearly, and shouted in shock and fury, but the next moment, he let out a scream as another arrow, nearly grazing the ground, pierced his skull and sent him tumbling several times.

At this, the others turned pale with terror, pressing their heads flat against the ground, not daring to move an inch.

At the same time, they were deeply puzzled—on such a dark night, from such a distance, how could he hit every shot without fail? Could he really be a once-in-a-decade master archer?

But as they lay there trembling, afraid to move, Shi Mu's side was equally silent.

The pressure on these few Wu family riders was unimaginable.

After a while, one of them finally couldn't hold back and cursed loudly:

"You little bastard, don't get too cocky. Don't think that just because you've got a good bow and some archery skill, you can actually escape. Just wait until Master Tong gets here—we'll see if he doesn't skin you alive to avenge our brothers!"

"Wu family... you're not from the Jin family?"

From across the way, Shi Mu's somewhat surprised voice finally came.

"Hmph, the Jin Family came too, of course—Fifth Master Jin himself led the group. But our Green Wind Colts are faster, so we found you first. You're dead for sure this time. Even if you somehow slip through our fingers, you'll never escape the Jin Family's hunt." That Wu Family rider spoke viciously.

Hearing their companion say this, the others' spirits lifted.

Right. Even if they couldn't handle Shi Mu themselves, once Wu Tong of the Houtian realm arrived, things would naturally take a different turn.

"Master Tong? You mean Wu Tong! Fine, then I'll deal with you lackeys first."

The words had barely left his mouth when a sudden footfall rang out from across the way. A figure shot forward through the hazy night, moving as fast as a loosed crossbow bolt.