"Ha, I really didn't expect this beast to be so loyal."
Fang Ran looked at the corpse of the Winged Tiger and the grief-stricken Winged Tiger Guard, speaking mockingly.
"Young Master Fang, since this person is so heartbroken, why don't you kindly help him join this beast?" Mo Lintian said cruelly.
Fang Ran nodded, his slender eyes glinting with cold light: "You're right. Since you're so hurt, I'll kindly help you."
With that, he drew the bow and nocked the arrow.
Whoosh!
The arrow shot like light, blasting towards the sorrowful Winged Tiger Guard.
Bam!
The Village Chief struck out in anger, a torrent of power surging from his palm, meeting the incoming arrow.
The arrow was deflected, flying off at an angle.
Even the Village Chief had to step back twice; the power on the arrow was too strong.
Fang Ran's face turned grim and sinister: "Old fool getting in the way, since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll grant your wish first."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
