The heads of the Feathered Arrows were wrapped in oil-soaked linen or pine resin, burning fiercely as they tore through the air.
The arrows slammed into the watchtower, and it wasn't long before the tower was on fire.
Zhao Tianxing turned to climb down, only to see Chu Fan spread his arms and leap down like an eagle.
Then, with a light tap of his toes, he skimmed across the treetops as if performing the "Grasshopper" technique. He then scaled the cliff face as if it were level ground, charging all the way up…
In the blink of an eye, he reached the top of the cliff!
"I want to learn that Qinggong too... Damn it, that was incredible!"
Zhao Tianxing burned the image into his mind and jumped down from the watchtower.
Members of the White Tiger Gang seized the opportunity to charge out in furious pursuit.
Chu Fan stood atop the cliff, watching Zhao Tianxing fight a running battle below.
He nocked a Black Kite Arrow, his eyes scanning the pursuers for the fastest among them.
