As a Centurion of the Red Cloud Guard, Mo Chen was, of course, highly skilled in mounted archery.
As he released his arrow, a terrifying whistle pierced the night sky. The arrow flew like a falling star, instantly penetrating a Blood Refining Realm member of the Black Sand Gang.
The struck man felt a sharp pain in his throat. As he lowered his head to look, he saw the sharp arrowhead already piercing through his neck, glinting with a cold light in the darkness.
"Boss...s-save..."
Before he could finish his words, his life ebbed away, and he fell off his horse.
Seeing his arrow hit its mark, Mo Chen rested the bow horizontally before him and laughed, "Haha! Brother Liu, what do you think? Has my archery declined compared to before?"
Liu Yuanhu's bow was already fully drawn. With eyes like sharp knives, he locked onto a Blood Refining Realm practitioner from the Zhao family.
"Whoosh!"
