"BOOM!"
In the next instant, the runic power attached to the arrow erupted, completely obliterating Er Ming's formidable body, which had surpassed that of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!
"Ugh..."
In just half a breath, Er Ming, who had been bursting with excitement moments earlier, froze in midair. The red light in his eyes rapidly faded, and at last he crashed to the ground like a meteor.
Killed with a single arrow!
At the same time, the image on the Sky Screen abruptly shifted, moving in the direction from which the arrow had flown.
There, high above the ground a thousand miles away, an ancient Bronze Warship with a massive Shi carved into its hull was slowly sailing through a sea of clouds.
A small child, who looked to be only a few years old, stood on the deck of the warship.
The child wore fine clothes and had a cold, detached bearing, like a young deity.
He slowly lowered the great bow in his hand, which was still trembling faintly. His face showed no emotion.
"Worm."
After speaking, the child casually handed the longbow to an inscrutable old servant standing beside him. Then he slowly turned his head, and his terrifying eyes happened to look straight at the people of the Douluo world beyond the Sky Screen.
The instant they saw those eyes, everyone across the Douluo Plane—whether Titled Douluo or Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast—stumbled backward in terror.
Some even collapsed to the ground, their faces filled with horror, as though they had witnessed something unspeakable.
The child's pupils weren't made up of just one iris!
There were two!
The overlapping pupils were like two stars converging. As Chaos opened up, endless runes evolved and were ground away.
That chill, conveyed through nothing more than a glance, pressed down on everyone