The assassin was so shaken by the powerful backlash that they spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, their body swaying as they fell.
In contrast, Wang Xiaoqiang remained completely unimpeded.
It was evident that the assassin's Sun-Shooting Bow was still slightly inferior compared to Wang Xiaoqiang's Visualization-Type Techniques.
The assassin crashed heavily to the ground.
They struggled for a few moments but failed to stand up.
Wang Xiaoqiang swiftly moved over, first picking up the Sun-Shooting Bow. He scrutinized it closely. Engraved on it was a depiction of a figure drawing a bow and loosing an arrow, and three ancient characters—Sun-Shooting Bow.
With a thought, he stored the Sun-Shooting Bow into the Sumeru Ring and then stepped on the assassin. Lifting the veil of the woman, he saw a delicate and pretty face that would have been bewitching if not for the traces of blood.