Su Xin fired the remaining three arrows in his hand, leaving everyone present stunned.
Those three arrows were Su Xin's final trump card. Now that he had fired them all, who would still fear him?
The three stunning arrows fell, directly killing three of Honghu Stronghold's remaining four leaders. Only the last one remained, staring at Su Xin with bloodshot eyes.
"Su Xin! Die!" The last leader of Honghu Stronghold roared as he charged at Su Xin.
The nine men of Honghu Stronghold had risen from humble beginnings, building a tiny mountain fort into the Honghu Stronghold now renowned throughout southern Yu.
They had named it Honghu Stronghold because, when the nine of them swore brotherhood, they had once vowed that if their grand ambitions took flight like mighty swans, their nine brothers would surely shake the Jianghu.
But sadly, before their dream of becoming renowned throughout the Jianghu could be fulfilled, Honghu Stronghold had been reduced to him alone.
His heart was already dead. He would rather serve as cannon fodder for the others than let Su Xin leave this place alive—he would make Su Xin join his brothers beneath the Nine Springs!
But unfortunately, that wish was destined to fail.
Su Xin drew his bow again and nocked an arrow. Everyone wore puzzled expressions. There were no arrows in Su Xin's hand, nor were there any in his quiver. What was he trying to do?
They soon learned the answer. Su Xin pulled the bow to a full moon, and the instant his fingers released the string, a thunderous blast rang out.
A flicker of bloody light appeared over the chest of Honghu Stronghold's final chief. A bloody hole the size of a fist opened in his chest.
Heartbreak Little Arrow—an arrowless shot could still wound the heart!