"Hm? There was no arrow on the bow, nor was there any sign of an attack being unleashed. What was going on?"
At the sight of this, everyone watching from afar was stunned.
As thoughts of confusion flashed through their minds, they seemed to realize something and hurriedly looked toward Sun Wenyuan and Song Qingyang.
The two of them still hovered high in the air, their auras surging around them and their life force intact. They appeared utterly unscathed?
"The two are fine. What kind of mystery is this brat playing at? Or could it be... that even with such strength, he still cannot bring out this bow's power?" ??
Zhao Mingyuan's pupils contracted slightly as he muttered under his breath.
The moment he spoke—
"Crack, crack, crack..."
A string of sounds like shattering mirrors rang clearly in everyone's ears.
Then came two simultaneous, shrill screams.
"Ah... impossible!"
"I refuse to accept this!!!"
Sun Wenyuan and Song Qingyang cried out in disbelief, their voices sweeping across the land and roaring through the eight wastelands, unable to conceal the grief and desolation within.
Before everyone's eyes, their bodies shattered in midair into countless fragments.
Even the Nascent Souls within them failed to escape.
The terrifying nascent essence turned into rolling spiritual energy the instant the Nascent Souls exploded, returning to heaven and earth.
"Dead... dead? One move killed two Nascent Soul Stage titans at once? Fellow Daoist Sun and Fellow Daoist Song were both at the mid-stage Nascent Soul Stage. How... how did he do it?"
"The bow! It was because of that bow. Its grade is at least... fifth-grade, perhaps even a Sixth-grade Magic Treasure."
"Even if it is a Sixth-grade Magic Treasure, with the cultivation and strength of those two fellow Daoists, even if they could not defeat it,