At this moment, it seemed as if the entire world fell silent.
Not only Xue Lin, whose eyes were bloodshot and veins about to burst, but also Shen Tu Tai and Shantong'er, who seemed to have stopped breathing and whose hearts appeared to have paused, even Shi Yutao, who had swung his axe into the air and almost fell off his horse, were quiet at this moment, as if they couldn't believe their own eyes.
And not far away, Hua Ziyang was even more stunned on his horse.
He, won against Yu Wenye?
Yu Wenye, died by his arrow?
For all these years, not a day went by without him thinking of this moment. In fact, ever since Yu Wenye shot Ashina Shali at Yanmen Pass with an arrow, forcing back the Turkic army, he had wanted to compete with him, to see whose archery was superior, Yu Wenye's or his own.
And now, the victory had been decided, life and death determined.
He won!
