The Saint-Slaying Bow was completely speechless.
It was a dignified Dao Artifact longbow, forged with the "mission" of taking down the Holy Emperor.
Though it itself felt that mission sounded rather absurd. After all, the Holy Emperor was an existence above True Immortals—how could a mere Dao Artifact possibly deal with one? But since it was being used, surely it should at least be against experts of the Divine Ability Realm or Void Ascension Realm, right?
Killing two Celestial Realm cultivators with it was simply using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, firing a Divine Might Cannon at mosquitoes.
Yet after its speechlessness, the Saint-Slaying Bow had no choice but to resign itself.
Fine, fine~ Who told him to be Wang Anye? He was the family's little Young Clan Leader. What else could it do but spoil him?~~
However, before the Saint-Slaying Bow could finish consoling itself, something even more humiliating happened.
After firing two arrows, Wang Anye lost interest. Looking thoroughly bored, he said, "My archery isn't very good. You should just go on auto-battle mode."
As he spoke, he casually tossed the Saint-Slaying Bow into the sky.
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The Saint-Slaying Bow was utterly stunned.
The Saint-Slaying Bow felt deeply humiliated.
The Saint-Slaying Bow began to dance through the air. Amid the dull vibrations of its bowstring, vast amounts of heaven and earth spiritual energy gathered, and arrow after arrow blasted into the enemy formation like an endless chain of lightning.
It was like the Grim Reaper descending upon the battlefield. Not a single shot missed; every arrow effortlessly took one or two Demon Falcon Battle Regiment soldiers with it.
Wherever the arrow-light reached, in only a few moments, the Demon Falcon Battle Regiment had already lost more than a dozen men.
And the number continued to rise at