Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! …
Elastic as the green bamboo bows were, they blasted and broke into pieces as soon as they were hit by Qian Jin's arrows. Dripping on the broken bamboo pieces was crimson blood, shed from the palms of the bandit archers.
The dozen archer bandits were so dumbfounded that they nearly forgot the pain coming from their hands, but tucked away their bows and turned to Qian Jin who continued to stride forward bemusedly. How come?! How did this person release a handful of arrows in an instant? Apparently, he hadn't stretched even one-third of the bowstring.
A bow to an archer was what a sword to a swordsman. It was their second life. But now, they couldn't help but watch someone else destroy their second lives in their faces. Well… what they used to deem as ridiculous as illusion had now turned into reality.
