In the past, Chasing Wind enjoyed the thrill of every arrow hitting its target, because the scene of destruction was beautiful. Even those three missed arrows just now were filled with the destructive beauty he appreciated.
He always felt that nothing was more beautiful than an arrow that pierced through everything.
But now, he couldn't spare the time to appreciate the result of the arrow being shot.
Shooting it out was simply just shooting it out.
It no longer excited him because Xiao Feng had lost a hand, and what severed his left arm was even stranger.
It was a ghastly white skeletal hand burning with blue flames, holding a three-foot-long flaming sword. They appeared out of thin air, without any warning.
Xiao Feng, ranked 2600th on the Spirit Body list with the Wind Spirit Sword Body, had reached perfection ten years ago. Even without the protection of Mountain-Suppressing Armor, no one could harm him at Half-Step Mountain Suppression.
