The stench of death emanated from his heart and mind, growing ever denser, while the five-colored long arrow grew increasingly pale and weak.
The longbow became more rounded, and Bei Qianhai seemed to see himself stepping onto the very edge of death's cliff. This was the Five-colored Split Star Arrow, definitely the Five-colored Split Star Arrow. Other than the Five-colored Split Star Arrow, he could not imagine any other arrow that could lock onto a Shaping Dao cultivator like himself, forcing him to watch death approach helplessly.
"No…" Bei Qianhai screamed again in terror, he did not want to die, especially not in a way that saw him walking towards death step by step.
"I beg you, do not shoot this arrow, everything of the Bei family is yours, I am but your dog…" In the face of death, Bei Qianhai trembled, he was terrified.
If he had a choice, he would rather have killed Bei Bai himself than provoke Ning Cheng, such a fearsome Shaping Dao practitioner.
