Xia Ping stood where he was, nocked an arrow, and drew his bow. His mental power seeped into the Moon-Shooting Bow, merging with it.
When he advanced to the Seventh Heaven of Martial Artist Realm and became an advanced martial artist, his mental power had increased considerably. Now, as he merged it with the treasured bow once more, he could sense its profound mysteries even more clearly.
Its distinctive patterns and ancient inscriptions seemed to contain a mysterious power. That power was what made the bow extraordinary and gave it such terrifying might.
Buzz, buzz~
Xia Ping poured all his true qi into the bow. The true qi in his seven acupoints circulated, and the treasured bow trembled, radiating silver light like moonlight.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
In an instant, he fired four arrows in succession. They tore through the air like streaks of silver light, carrying terrifying force as they shot toward the four senior students ahead.
Two or three hundred meters away, the four senior students thought they were out of Xia Ping's range and would escape with their lives. But suddenly, they heard the faint sound of something slicing through the air.
The next second, with a wet thud, an arrow pierced one of their throats. Blood trickled out. All four arrows pierced their targets' throats, flew another kilometer, and finally embedded themselves in a cliff, sending fragments of stone flying.
"Urgh..."
The four senior students clutched their bleeding throats, their eyes wide with utter terror. They wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word. Their necks had already been punctured.
They collapsed to the ground with a thump, eyes wide open, their faces filled with resentment, regret, and fear. They regretted it so much they could have kicked themselves. If they'd known Xia Ping was