Sha Chen turned his head back, drew his bow, notched an arrow, and released it instantly.
The arrow flew out, nine streaks of light, like shooting stars crossing the sky, bursting forth with dazzling brilliance.
He didn't need to look to know the outcome.
THUD, THUD, THUD!
Amidst the dull thuds, Sha Chen heard grunts of pain.
With another wave of his hand, a glow burst from his fingertips, drawing a circle of light out of thin air. He pushed it outwards, and the circle enlarged, encasing the Li brothers and a hundred Arhats within it.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.
He didn't turn back, but he could imagine that the Li brothers and the Arhats had crashed into it, their heads spinning.
Sha Chen reached out again, grabbing the Dragon Piling. He smacked it with his palm and punched it. Once he noticed cracks forming, he threw it behind him.
He dived into the cave dwelling and closed the door.
BANG.
