Chapter 46

Boom!

The bowstring twanged like a thunderclap on a clear day.

The black arrow shot like a meteor tearing through the sky, aimed straight at the beast's temple.

As a practitioner of Inner Strength Great Success, Yuan Feng's perception was exceptionally keen.

Almost the instant Qin Shuo's arrow left the bow, he felt his temple sting as if pricked by a needle.

Without hesitation, he immediately circulated his inner strength, surging wildly toward his temple to block this deadly strike.

The Iron-Skin Heavy Arrow came with a long trailing wake, and wherever it passed, the air rippled faintly.

This arrow, Qin Shuo had unleashed with his full strength, confident it could pierce iron and stone.

However, just as the arrow was about to pierce Yuan Feng's skull, an anomaly suddenly occurred.

Suddenly, one side of his face glowed with golden light, as if coated in a thick layer of brass, giving it a solid, heavy feel.

Clang!

The arrowhead struck the golden light, producing the sound of metal on metal.

Terrifying force erupted like a bursting dam at Yuan Feng's temple, blasting his vision dark and his mind instantly blank.

He felt as if struck by an iron hammer, all thoughts shattered into dust at that moment, unable even to think.

He lost balance, his whole body flying sideways like a sandbag hurled into the crowd.

This sudden change also made Qin Shuo's pupils contract sharply.

What ability was that?

To block his strike so fiercely—it was simply unbelievable.

He suddenly recalled what his Senior Brother Zhan Bai had once said,

that the Yuan Clan Brothers seemed to have cultivated a type of horizontal training martial art similar to the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt, with extremely high dermal defense.

He had not paid much attention to it at first.

After all, the so-called Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt were merely inferior martial arts.

Even if powerful, could they truly withstand his Inner Strength Great Perfection blade?

But now this scene alerted him,

that the horizontal training martial art practiced by the Yuan Clan Brothers might not be as simple as ordinary Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt.

Boom!

Yuan Feng crashed heavily into the crowd, instantly knocking down a large swath there.

Originally still excited and shouting, several bandits instantly screamed, their ribs broken in several places.

One of them was even smashed so hard he spat blood and fainted on the spot.

Thus one can see how terrifying Qin Shuo's arrow was.

Yet such an arrow was actually blocked by Yuan Feng.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Until Yuan Feng was struck flying and fell, crashing into a group of watching bandits, did the other onlookers finally come to their senses.

"Assassin!"

Who knows who roared in anger, other bandits then fled with heads covered, rushing to the wooden stakes and fences around the stronghold.

Boom!

The bowstring twanged, air bursting.

The black arrow broke through the air barrier, shooting straight at the Yuan Feng lying sideways on the ground.

Strike while he's ill, take his life!

Today, I must kill the Yuan Clan Brothers.

Clang!

However, the arrow was blocked again!

But this time not by Yuan Feng, but by his brother Yuan Peng.

Only heard him let out a roar, his two arms and limbs glowing with golden light, as if forged from molten gold, he firmly grasped the arrow originally aimed at Yuan Feng's temple.

His two feet dug hard into the ground, trying to resist the arrow's impact.

But a violent force came from the arrow shaft, pushing him to retreat rapidly, plowing two deep grooves into the ground.

Seeing he would retreat further and collide with his second brother, Yuan Peng shouted angrily: "Break it for me!"

Boom!

He pulled with both hands, actually tearing Qin Shuo's fired Iron-Skin Arrow into two pieces.

Yet before he could even rejoice, another arrow shot like a meteor.

That arrow's angle was extremely tricky, actually passing through his crotch and piercing Yuan Feng's skull.

Pfft!

Blood splattered.

Yuan Feng, just regaining a little clarity from the heavy arrow impact, only felt his skull turn cold, as if something had passed through his head.

The next second, the world plunged into darkness again.

He hadn't even felt pain before he breathed his last!

"Second Brother!"

Seeing Yuan Feng pinned to the ground by an arrow, Yuan Peng's eyes instantly turned red, his eye sockets split.

However, his roar had not yet spread, when that soul-rending, god-of-death-like tearing-through-air sound rang out again.

Boom boom boom...

Qin Shuo drew his bow like a thunderclap, and arrows flew from his hand one after another.

These Iron-Skin Heavy Arrows had all undergone special reinforcement, their power far beyond that of ordinary bamboo or feathered arrows, each capable of piercing iron and stone.

Clang clang clang!

Yuan Peng circulated his Horizontal Training Technique, continuously blocking with his arms, which seemed forged from molten gold.

But Qin Shuo's bow-drawing speed was astonishing—three arrows in rapid succession, one of which Yuan Peng failed to block in time, instantly piercing his shoulder and spraying a great spray of blood.

"You brat, you're courting death!"

The wounded Yuan Peng's face twisted with ferocity as he roared repeatedly.

But he was too far from Qin Shuo to pose any threat, and could only endure the blows passively.

Left with no choice, he lunged forward, smashing through the wooden wall behind him and fleeing toward the rear mountains.

One arrow pinned Yuan Feng to the ground, three arrows drove back Yuan Peng.

The bandits who witnessed this scene were all struck dumb, screaming as they fled in all directions while frantically searching for obstacles to block the arrows.

Yet Qin Shuo stood upon the tree trunk, looking down from above, able to oversee the entire martial training ground of the stronghold.

Aside from those few wooden huts, nothing could obstruct his line of sight.

Bang bang bang bang……

Arrows shot out one after another.

With each arrow released, a bandit was nailed to the martial training ground.

The vast majority of them had not cultivated Inner Strength, and were utterly unable to resist Qin Shuo's Iron-Skin Heavy Arrows.

"Ah!"

A bandit screamed in agony!

His chest was pierced through, bursting open a bowl-sized blood hole, his five viscera and six entrails torn to shreds, his fate utterly miserable.

Qin Shuo seemed to have transformed into a merciless, soul-reaping asura, madly slaughtering this band of inhuman bandits.

His eyes were icy cold, as if he were slaughtering livestock, his heart untouched by the slightest ripple.

These bandits deserved to die—they murdered and raped, sparing not even girls in their early teens, behaving worse than beasts.

Thus, he felt no psychological burden in killing them, only worrying that he might fail to exterminate them all, leaving future troubles.

Bang bang bang!

The twang of the bowstring exploding like thunderclaps echoed throughout the stronghold.

Just moments ago, these bandits had been excited and frenzied, thinking they could savor the fragrance of maidens, but upon hearing the bowstring's twang, they were all terrified out of their wits, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Wails and screams rose and fell across the martial training ground.

Within just a few minutes, the martial training ground was littered with corpses.

Blood stained the ground red, turning the place into a field of asuras.

The thick stench of blood spread, making those bandits who had luckily hidden in the wooden huts feel as if doomsday had descended, their bodies shivering uncontrollably.

They did not know where this killing star had come from, nor why he had become an enemy of their Black Dragon Stronghold.

But they knew clearly that if they dared to leave the wooden huts, what awaited them would be an arrow to the head.

Many ruthless bandits who had slaughtered without blinking during roadside robberies were now so frightened they had lost their ferocity, hiding in the wooden huts, their hearts filled with fear.

Confirming there was not a single survivor left on the martial training ground,

Qin Shuo did not hesitate, leaping directly from the tree trunk, drawing the long knife at his waist, and walking toward the wooden huts where the bandits hid.

For these utterly wicked bandits, he intended to spare not a single one.

However, just as he had taken a few steps into the stronghold, a roar filled with fury came from the direction of the rear mountains,

"Who dares to come to my Black Dragon Stronghold and cause a ruckus?"