Three feathered arrows shot through the air, like three thin and dim streams of light, seemingly easily blown away by any gust of wind to the nine heavens beyond.
These slices of light, thin as cicada wings, had an unpredictable trajectory, as agile as a ghost. As they turned with a whoosh and flew away, they brushed past the blade of an Innate Martial Artist, grazing his chin and leaving a faint blood mark.
Of the other two feathered arrows, one pierced through an Innate Martial Artist's back, and the other shot through an Innate Martial Artist's skull.
Three Innate Martial Artists fell in an instant,
their bodies crashing to the ground.
This scene,
directly stunned Liu Zifang and the members of the noble families fighting against impostors.
In a turn of events, Liu Zifang flew into a rage, cursing, "Gu Zhan, you lunatic, what are you trying to do?"
"Heh!"
In the darkness, Gu Zhan let out a cold laugh,
drawing his bow again,
