Chapter 1447 - 1122: The Third Arrow

The originally tight encirclement was torn open!

In an instant, not only were the surrounding soldiers thrown into chaos, but Xiao Yuansui’s thoughts were also suddenly jumbled.

Instinctively, he almost immediately wanted to order the archers surrounding them to fire and have all the soldiers advance. There were only thirteen monks here, and they weren’t armed with weapons. If they truly fight, these people would be like mantises trying to stop a chariot.

But if he did that, Shantong’er would also—

Thinking of this, Xiao Yuansui felt a strange pang in his heart, which surprised him a little.

He had always been a person with a clear target. For his goals, the number of deaths was just numbers, and who died was merely a different aftermath. But for some unknown reason, failing to force Lu Xiao to die, coupled with Shang Ruyi’s cold attitude and those sharp, sober words, though they didn’t make him doubt his past, left him, for the first time, hesitant when making this decision.

Does he really have to...?

Shantong’er left Wanggang Village, which was a betrayal. Now appearing here to rescue Yu Wenye made him an enemy—it’s a situation where anyone could be killed!

But...

He gritted his teeth, still hesitating whether to make a move, while Shantong’er seemed entirely unaware of the crisis, simply swinging the copper hammer in his hands with all his might. Some of the soldiers, originally from Wanggang Village, already knew his capabilities and dared not confront him directly, retreating instead. Others tried to step forward to block him, but seeing the outcome of battles with him was either death or injury, they were scared and stepped aside until he completely ripped open the encirclement before stopping his hand.

Seeing no soldiers ahead to stop him, Shantong’er heaved a sigh of relief in his heart and, upon looking up, collided with Xiao Yuansui’s reddened gaze.

"...!"

At that moment, there was a brief hesitation in his eyes.

Xiao Yuansui gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice, "Lao Jiu!"

Upon hearing his voice, Shantong’er’s breath seemed to catch, and the arms holding the two copper hammers unconsciously lowered.

Although Shantong’er had stopped, the dozen or so monks did not, nor dared to. They continued swinging their staves, causing dust to rise and fill the air. Some soldiers, their eyes stung by the dust, retreated rapidly.

Amidst the chaos, the only one who remained unmoved was Hua Ziyang, who held his bow all along.

No matter how chaotic the surroundings, how the cries and roars disrupted the night’s peace, or how the dust rose before his eyes, his hand remained as steady as a rock, the glint of cold light at his fingertip unwaveringly aimed at Yu Wenye’s brow. However, when Xiao Yuansui shouted "Lao Jiu," his gaze flickered.

And Shantong’er, after that moment of delay, saw the situation clearly, immediately turning back to shout to the monks behind him, "Go ahead!" Saying so, he pulled the reins and charged forward astride his horse.

The monks seized the opportunity since Xiao Yuansui hadn’t ordered an attack and the soldiers hadn’t gathered, they dashed forward with all their might.

Xiao Yuansui’s eyes were wide with rage as he shouted again, "Shantong’er!"

He knew very well what Shantong’er intended to do, but seeing the direction Shantong’er was rushing toward, it was clear that he intended to stand in front of Hua Ziyang, in which case Hua Ziyang’s third arrow would—

At this moment, Yu Wenye, who had been silent, also had a stern look in his eyes.

He hadn’t expected Shantong’er to appear suddenly. Hearing the child’s voice left him extremely shocked; but since he came, he obviously had a decision in his heart. So aside from the shock, Yu Wenye felt a tinge of joy; however, before this trace of joy could even form in his heart, Shantong’er, along with those thirteen monks, had already engaged with Xiao Yuansui’s men.

The situation was chaotic, and naturally, he had to remain steady.

In the chaos, the only thing Yu Wenye saw clearly was the shimmering light in Hua Ziyang’s eyes immediately freezing over into ice, and now, the bowstring in his hand was drawn so tight it emitted a low groan, as if about to snap.

But Shantong’er had already charged fearlessly on his horse.

The next moment, just as Shantong’er was about to block in front of Yu Wenye, Xiao Yuansui’s third roar echoed, "Release the arrow!"

With this command, Hua Ziyang was almost ready to release instantly, however, Shantong’er’s figure suddenly entered his line of sight. Hua Ziyang clenched his jaw, and his fingers twitched slightly, then suddenly let go!

Yu Wenye’s eyes widened—

Despite Shantong’er’s arrival not reassuring him, on the contrary, he remained focused, trying to muster the strength to block Hua Ziyang’s third arrow. But the pain from the injury on his shoulder had spread through most of his body, even his chest beginning to ache terribly. Every breath and heartbeat sapped his strength with sharp pain. Raising his hand to deflect was unthinkable—he could barely muster the strength to grip his Mo Blade tightly.

And this arrow shot forward like a bolt of lightning when he was nearly powerless to resist!

At that instant, Shantong’er charged in front of his eyes on his horse.

At that moment, every gaze, every breath, every heartbeat in the air seemed connected to this arrow, except for Shantong’er—he had his back to Hua Ziyang, frantically riding toward Yu Wenye. As everyone held their breath watching that cold light flash through, he heard a fierce wind rush past his ear!

The arrow brushed past his right ear.

"Ah!"

The moment he realized, Shantong’er shouted, not just out of surprise, but because at the instant the wind whipped past, he felt a sharp pain from his right ear.

The sharp arrow had cut through his ear, drawing a bit of blood as it continued shooting swiftly forward.

In his shout, the arrow sped forward undeterred, aiming at Yu Wenye. Yu Wenye wanted to dodge, but the pain from his shoulder spreading to his chest left him feeling as if an unseen black hand was pressing down on him. He managed only a slight turn of his head as the flash of cold light passed before his eyes.

Suddenly, the wind brushed past his right ear.

Whether it was the sharp arrow or the wind carrying the sharp arrow, in that passing moment, Yu Wenye felt a sharp pain in his right ear.

His right ear had been grazed.

However, it was merely a slight scratch; when Yu Wenye reached up to touch it, the faint trace of blood in his palm was barely visible. Looking up at Hua Ziyang, his arms hung down, and his young, handsome face showed an expression full of shock and more of regret and disappointment.