In an instant, his hand loosed the bowstring, and the arrow was already off the bow and gone.
No need to see, no need to listen, even less need to draw again and nock another arrow. Blind Arrow simply strode up the steps as though entering no-man's land, his foot had just lifted when, suddenly…
Bang!
Metal and stone rang together like a dragon's roar, a clear, piercing note that shook heaven and earth. The arrow exploded, turning to dust.
Chen Yi, with all his strength supporting his body, slowly raised his head.
Between drifting fine rain, a one-armed woman held a sword in her hand, standing in front of him.
......…
Lightning suddenly flashed, clouds and peaks trembled, the world went white for that instant, illuminating Zhou Yitang's face. Blind Arrow could not see it, but he could hear the sound of the wind.
The wind was speaking, speaking of that woman's origins, speaking of how that woman had only one arm, speaking of that woman's restrained, razor-sharp aura.
