Gu Chengyu drew the bow in his hand to a full moon; the arrow left the string with a sonic crack, howling toward several people.
"Ah!" In just a few breaths, three people let out simultaneous screams.
The remaining disaster victims saw this and their hearts sank. They glanced at the three lying in pools of blood before the city gate, and a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.
They hadn't expected this exquisitely handsome, luxuriously dressed youth to strike the moment he said he would.
Everyone was startled by Gu Chengyu's ruthless move and hurriedly backed up a few steps.
Gu Chengyu didn't look at the three men lying on the ground. He knew exactly how heavy his own hand had been; those three were still far from death! At most the arrows had pierced their shoulder blades or abdomens—there was no way their lives were in danger.
He had already judged the spots, and his archery had always been accurate to the hair.
