The astonishing arrow shot straight at Mo Wangchen's brow.
Wu Qiyue attacked with full force, holding nothing back; their purpose here was singular—to kill Mo Wangchen!
"Snap!"
However, just as the arrow was about to reach Mo Wangchen's eyes.
He continued to sit calmly on the cushion, raised his hand, and in the blink of an eye, caught the arrow that flew through the void.
Then, with a slight exertion of his fingers, he shattered the arrow into pieces.
"Showy but impractical."
He sneered, looking at Wu Qiyue, and continued to speak, "I've said before, if you want to kill me, unless Tianlan Saint personally comes, there might be a chance."
"Ignorant of life and death, watch us take you down today!"
Behind Wu Qiyue, a talented young man stepped forward with a cold snort, holding a worn roulette in his hand.
On the roulette, a clear crack was visible, yet it was surrounded by an indescribable brilliance, making it appear extraordinary.
"Buzz..."
