Hua Qinglian's expression instantly turned incomparably ugly. Naturally, it was not because of Ning Xiaochuan, but because of the arrow before him.
The arrow Arrow Void had fired looked utterly ordinary. Outsiders could not sense the mysteries concealed within it at all.
Yet as Arrow Void's target, Hua Qinglian felt that his body, his mind, everything about him had been locked onto by that arrow, as if it would pierce straight through him at any moment.
Ning Xiaochuan swung the World Extinction Demon Sword, trying to block the arrow.
Yet his World Extinction Demon Sword passed through the arrow as though it had struck a phantom, having no effect on it whatsoever.
A pure white lotus emerged from Hua Qinglian's body. Its petals folded inward, forming a flower bud that protected him within.
This was Hua Qinglian's strongest protective secret art.
Yet it was equally useless. The arrow punched a tiny hole through the flower bud around Hua Qinglian, then pierced through his chest, carrying him a dozen feet away before pinning him to the ground.
One arrow had dealt with Hua Qinglian.
Ning Xiaochuan's expression was exceedingly grave. With Hua Qinglian's talent, after several decades, his strength would certainly be far from weak—yet he had been unable to block even a single arrow from his opponent.
If it were him, could he block one of the opponent's arrows?
Ning Xiaochuan took a deep breath, and his gaze immediately became sharp as a blade.
What had been most terrifying about Arrow Void's previous arrow was not his archery, but the spirit contained within it. Even Ning Xiaochuan had nearly been cowed by that single arrow.
If one did not even have the will to contend with one's opponent, then one would absolutely be unable to block Arrow Void's arrows.
Ning