The arrow Luo Wuchao had condensed was still affected by the residual gravity around her enemy, throwing its point of entry slightly off target. It did not strike his Nascent Soul directly, nor did it possess the ability to pin down his Nascent Soul and spirit.
But everything happened far too quickly, in the flash of lightning and the strike of flint. When the companion stone suddenly fell, the sheer abruptness of it left the Crimson-Eyed Flamehorn Beast cultivator briefly stunned.
As a result, he did not immediately strengthen his defenses when he sensed something wrong, swiftly summon his Nascent Soul's power to resist when his defenses broke, or simply send his Nascent Soul fleeing from his body.
That momentary delay alone was enough to prove fatal, leaving him no chance to resist. The instant the blue arrow drove into his body, the killing intent upon its shaft flooded his entire dantian.
Not far away, Luo Wuchao was visibly taken aback as well. She had not held much hope for that arrow. She had merely intended to use his mockery to feign anger at having her intentions exposed.
At the same time, she had hoped the tremendous power condensed in that arrow would provoke his next defensive move, allowing her to find an opening to attack.
Yet why had her enemy suddenly lost his defenses? How had her arrow pierced his vital region so smoothly, without the slightest resistance?
Luo Wuchao possessed immensely rich combat experience, after all. After that brief pause, she instinctively followed through with an unbroken chain of attacks. Her slender fingers swiftly drew the bow, loosing two more arrows.
The instant those two arrows left the string, just as the wind pillars dissipated, she shot forward, reaching the Crimson-Eyed Flamehorn Beast cultivator in the blink of