Xiu Ying's Fate

Swiftly drawing her bow to the limit, Xiu Ying gazed at the silver-haired man who ran toward her.

SWOOSH—!

Haung Hao smirked, leaned to his right and appeared before Xiu Ying. He tightened his grip around his sword's hilt and swung upward.

The standing quiver scattered, arrows littered all over the ground, and Xiu Ying somersaulted three times.

Twirling, she gently descended. The bangs covering a little part of her temples fluttered. She bit her lower lip and a solemn expression graced her pale white face.

For a split second, Haung Hao was dazzled.

[Constellation Shot!]

As the arrow left her bow, other arrows on the ground flew into the air, and a golden light connected them, akin to a constellation.

Haung Hao's eyes widened. While deflecting arrows, he kept sliding backward. 

'She's growing stronger every day!' 

He caught the last arrow just a few inches away from his forehead!

BADUM—!