Archery's Divine Might, White Snake in the Mist

The flying arrow tore through the air, coming with fierce speed.

Cold sweat streamed down Zheng Blood Palm's face. Terror choked his words. He raised a hand to catch it, yet felt no confidence at all. Turn and dodge? His body felt sluggish and sticky.

This was an Intentional Arrow.

As Li Xian drew the bowstring, his intent-qi merged into the arrow. This single shot carried such heroic grace that words could hardly describe it.

"I'll stake it all!"

Zheng Blood Palm clamped his legs, sank his waist, and leaned back into a backward flip. At the same time, his rear hand seized his horse's tail and hurled his beloved mount beneath him at the arrow.

He used his horse's flesh and blood as a shield to slow the arrow, but its force was too fierce to stop. In but an instant, the horse was pierced through by the flying arrow. It crashed to the ground, gave one mournful cry, and breathed its last.

In his desperation, Zheng Blood Palm had no time to think. He planted both feet and repeatedly swung out palm winds, his palms moving so swiftly that the naked eye could no longer follow them.

He wanted to use the palm winds to weaken the arrow's momentum and erase the intent-qi within it.

Zheng Blood Palm's heart thundered like a drum, pounding wildly in his chest. Veins bulged on his forehead. As he watched the arrow draw near, the urge to turn and flee seized him.

But if he fled now, his intent-qi would be broken. Should Li Xian fire a second arrow, he would be even more wretched and panicked.

In that brief span, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. In the end, he threw caution to the winds, gathered his inner qi, roared, and