The Dragon Cavalry soldier's armored arms trembled faintly as he held up the bow in both hands.
Xia Wujie took the heavy bow steadily in one hand. His fingers hooked the string, and red-gold dragon aura poured into the bow as he drew it into a full moon!
"Finished barking?"
He raised his eyes toward Ye Tianchen, who hovered in the air, brimming with triumph. His voice was cold and heavy.
The next instant.
Thrum-!
The bowstring shuddered, and a red-gold arrow shot free in a flash!
"No!"
Alarm jolted through Ye Tianchen's heart. He hastily twisted aside, activating the protective spirit light Elder Mu had bestowed upon him, wrapping himself in layer upon layer.
But that arrow was too fast.
Like a dragon bursting from the sea, like a mountain toppling down.
Crack!
Squelch!
The layers of protective spirit light shattered one after another, and the red-gold arrow pierced straight through.
Blood instantly stained his white robes. Ye Tianchen grunted and forcibly twisted aside at the critical moment, barely saving his heart from the strike. The arrow only punched through his shoulder.
Agony tore through him. Ye Tianchen swayed violently, nearly dropping the Eldest Princess of Purple Dusk from his arms.
The Eldest Princess of Purple Dusk: "..."
The corner of her eye twitched almost imperceptibly.
Seriously. You were already leaving. Why did you have to turn back and throw in a few insults?
That's what you get for running your mouth! For insisting on provoking him!
Ye Tianchen, is this damned habit carved into your divine soul? Can you never change?!
I heard you had the same problem when you provoked Ji Huang back then. He beat you to scraps, and you forgot everything. So why did this habit survive?
The Eldest Princess of Purple Dusk took a