Leng Changxi cleverly turned his backhand to pull up the sharp arrow in the wood. And then he twisted his wrist lightly again. The sharp arrow cut through the thick air with the smell of blood like a meteor. It shot the squinting archer behind the eaves opposite, directly hitting his eyes that aimed at Leng Changxi and Qin Yunuan.

Seemingly inspired by Leng Changxi, the troubled queue of Prince Ning's Mansion began to fight back. Eighteen shadow guards had already circled the ...