BZZZZ—
The hum of the bowstring had barely faded when three Purple Bamboo Arrows were already slicing through the air.
Wreathed in a fierce wind, the arrowheads steadily chased down the three falling stones under the watchful eyes of Cao Feng and Li Qingxue.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The stones were pulverized into dust in mid-air.
The stone dust drifted down like fine sand.
Cao Feng stood in the doorway, Li Qingxue by his side. Both were stunned, as if turned to stone.
They had seen plenty of master archers and extraordinarily gifted individuals before.
But given their experience and temperament, they still found their eyes filled with disbelief as they watched Chu Fan's display of archery.
After all, Chu Fan had never even touched a bow and arrow before.
It was only a month and a half ago, after seeing Zhao Tianxing demonstrate the Moon Eclipse Arrow, that he had even considered learning archery.
