The moon was high in the sky.
The gates of Divine Capital City were tightly closed.
The sound of horse hooves approaching from afar, kicking up a trail of dust, awoke the drowsy soldiers.
"Who goes there? Stop! Stop... Loose arrows!"
The gate official shouted several commands, ordering the archers to attack, as countless feathered arrows shot towards the approaching figure.
Swish, swish, swish!
In an instant, the horse was turned into a porcupine, charging a few yards forward before collapsing to the ground, motionless. The rider's silhouette leaped up from the horseback, soaring five or six zhang into the air.
Seeing this, the gate official's face relaxed, for the walls of Divine Capital City were nine zhang high.
Just as he was about to order another volley, he vaguely saw an additional shadow in the air, the figure stepping on it to gain further leverage.
Soaring over ten zhang, he landed with a thunderous crash on the city wall, scattering debris all around.
