Her composure and decisiveness were far greater than that of any man.
At that moment, however, Xu Song revealed a brilliant smile. A small, delicate bow appeared in his hands as if by magic. Compared to Zhang Xiaopang's Golden Silk Iron Bow, it looked more like a toy, but its power was anything but playful.
TWANG...
Heart-Piercing Arrow.
It wasn't even an explosive type. The arrow wasn't aimed at Hu Jing, but at the Fire Talisman in her hand.
BOOM...
The Ice-Fire Talisman was just about to form, but the arrow shattered its balance.
Hu Jing was blasted away. The moment she landed, THWIP THWIP THWIP THWIP...
The small bow in Xu Song's hand radiated light as three arrows formed a triangle, pinning Hu Jing's head and neck in the center.
"Bigger isn't always better when it comes to bows."
