He saw a group of over a dozen fine horses galloping from a distance, with a woman in blue at the forefront. Following her, more than ten other riders—men and women alike—continually shot arrows at her.
The woman in blue couldn't dodge in time and was struck by an arrow in her right arm, her body going limp, nearly falling off the horse.
Tong Sanlang witnessed this scene and, without a second thought, used his lightness skill to arrive in front of the woman's horse in the blink of an eye. He drew the long whip from his waist, and with a flick, intercepted all the arrows aimed at the woman, "This is Capital City, a place of importance. Fighting is forbidden. Who goes there? State your name!"
His bellow contained his inner strength, the power of his voice causing the more than ten pursuers to subconsciously cover their ears. He raised his long whip again, moving like a wraith through the horses, and in a blink, he'd snatched all their bows and arrows.
