A magical and beautiful stream of light flowed on the surface of Feng Xing's longbow. Feng Xing had injected almost all of his power into the bow already, just for this shot.
With Feng Xing's current power, he could only shoot three arrows like the one he had used to kill the Yu Clan young man before, in the period of one day. Except, the shot he was about to make this time possessed the combined power of his last two possible shots into one arrow.
With the double amount of power, the golden glowing arrow directly transformed into a beam of light and then zipped out many times faster than the last one had, and was over ten times more destructive. The bowstring shook intensely, cutting all five fingers of Feng Xing's right hand, shedding large drops of blood on the magically glowing bow.