The arrow shaft trembled violently, its fletching quivering.
The true qi within the arrow split into three waves, surging through Wen Siyue's body.
Pfft...
Wen Siyue spat blood, mixed with fragments of his shattered organs.
He raised his head and looked into the distance. That young boy stood tall, a bow in his left hand and a fan clenched tightly in his right.
Crack.
The fan snapped.
Wen Siyue stared at Wang Shoude, his eyes wide open.
Wen Siyue could not understand why he, the esteemed younger brother of the county magistrate, would die at the hands of an ordinary person. Something seemed to flicker in this boy's eyes. When he had brought his men to seize the fan that day, that same light had flickered in the boy's eyes. Even when he had kicked him to the ground, the light in his eyes had never faded.
It was an unyielding heart.
And so his hand had been destined to loose this arrow.
Whether this arrow succeeded or failed did not matter. What mattered was that he had always dared to loose it.
Wen Siyue slowly closed his eyes. He understood.
Wang Shoude was a human being.
Liu Yitian glanced at Wang Shoude and Xu Fang, both standing frozen, and sighed softly.
Li Qingxian looked toward the sect master of the Blood Robe Sect. The once-arrogant devil wore an anxious expression, and hurriedly forced a smile when he saw Li Qingxian looking his way.
Li Qingxian said, "Blood Old Devil, sect master of the Blood Robe Sect, has plagued Far-Reaching City for years, slaughtered tens of thousands of Great Qi's people, and colluded with Wen Siyan and the Great Sir in an attempt to turn Far-Reaching City into the Dead Devil Lands. I hereby declare that the Blood Robe Sect