The enemy was hidden while they were exposed. Calling for support was the best choice.
Relying on one's formidable Martial Arts Power to rashly charge forward and slay the enemy was something that only happened in fictional stories.
Neither Chen Cheng nor Shen Qingyao would make such a foolish choice.
CRACK!
The Whistling Arrow shot high into the sky, exploding with a deafening bang that resounded through the clouds. It blossomed into a purplish-red firework, visible for miles.
Chen Cheng pulled Shen Qingyao, and they ducked into the weeds by the side of the road, concealing themselves.
...
"Damn it, these two fat sheep from the Shen Family are more vigilant than I thought! Brothers, charge! Kill them and let's get out of here!"
A curse rang out, and a dozen or so figures burst from the woods on the hill, rushing toward where Chen Cheng and Shen Qingyao were hiding.
