Seeing Yan Liqiang shoot down the cavalryman riding at the front, angry yells erupted among the White Lotus Cavalry that was chasing Yan Liqiang. More than a dozen archers in the cavalry immediately retrieved their bows and opened fire on Yan Liqiang.
Whoosh… Whoosh… Whoosh… Whoosh… Whoosh...
A bunch of arrows flew sparsely in the air with poor accuracy. More than ninety percent of them landed about five to ten meters away from Yan Liqiang. They fell on either the roadside or into the bushes, nowhere near Yan Liqiang. One of them managed to come as close as two meters away from him. The most accurate one flew straight toward his upper torso with decent accuracy. Even so, an arrow like that posed no threat to Yan Liqiang.
When the arrow came flying toward him, Yan Liqiang was able to determine that it was launched by a mere two-picul warbow and the archer had just attained the first heavenly layer in the art of archery.
