Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yan Liqiang was merely pulling the bow back lightly when it snapped into two like it was a child’s toy made for shooting cotton balls. The handle broke and the bow was instantly rendered useless…

“A one-picul bow!” Yan Liqiang mumbled to himself and shook his head. He was so used to holding powerful bows that he accidentally broke the Shatu people’s wooden bow with his strong pull.

To Yan Liqiang, a one-picul bow was too light. It might not even be sturdy enough to be a toy, but a bow like this was the standard weapon for most Shatu people. Although there were only about thirty people in this group, there were only two archers. This was not because the Shatu people lacked archers among them, but it was because not many people could afford a bow as they were very expensive. Needless to say, not many people could even touch a Horned Python Bow. It would take at least a year or three and above to manufacture a standard warbow. The six materials for making bows — wood, horn, sinew, glue, silk, and paint — all had their own specific requirements. The amount of time and craftsmanship required to make a bow were even more stringent. These were the factors that contributed to the hefty price tag of a real warbow. Therefore, when someone said that they were ‘adept in archery and horsemanship’, they most likely said that to flaunt their wealth rather than to talk about their skills. After all, not many people could afford the luxury of horse riding and archery, at least not for Yan Liqiang’s family. During his younger days, he had never touched any decent bows.

Fortunately, there was another bow on the ground. Yan Liqiang picked up the only bow left on the ground and examined its handle carefully. “One-picul bow it is, as long as it can kill people within one to two hundred meters…” he sighed.

Yan Liqiang picked up the bow and gathered all the arrows from the two Shatu men’s quivers. He counted that there were around sixty arrows left, then slowly walked down the valley to an open field with the bow and quivers. He found a large tree tens of meters away, then sat cross-legged on the treetop as he waited patiently for those Shatu people to come.

To Yan Liqiang, the more Shatu people he could get rid of now meant he would reduce the damage done by them across the Great Han Empire in the future, as well as the number of soldiers dying to their hands. Hence, Yan Liqiang was unapologetic to the Shatu people. As long as an opportunity arose, he would go after them with the intention of exterminating them.

Furthermore, those Shatu people were the raw materials for the toy capsule machine to create new life forms, so there was no way Yan Liqiang was going to waste them.

Sure enough, Yan Liqiang did not need to wait too long. The valley was soon filled with noises and those Shatu pursuers were really here. Whenever a clown or a villain was needed, the Shatu people would never let anyone down.

The group of Shatu people soon reached the open field between the valley and were within Yan Liqiang’s line of sight. Yan Liqiang quickly scanned the group and was able to gather all the information he needed. There was a total of 124 people, and seven of them were archers led by a strongly built man wearing soft armor made of tiger leather. The leader appeared to be quite powerful as he was holding a terrifying-looking and heavy great axe. Judging by his appearance, he would at least be a Supreme Martial Warrior.

Those Shatu people grew agitated as soon as they saw the corpses not far ahead in the valley. The Shatu man in the tiger leather armor immediately shouted in their language and directed his troops up to a distant hill.

At this moment, Yan Liqiang shot four arrows toward them.

The four Shatu archers were instantly taken down…

This had always been Yan Liqiang’s habit. As an archer himself, he would always kill off the enemy’s archers first before slowly getting rid of the rest.

Yan Liqiang’s speed was too fast. As soon as the four archers dropped to the ground and before the Shatu troop even had the chance to react, he had already released another four arrows. Blood spilled out as the three remaining archers dropped on the ground after being shot in their necks. The other arrow was headed straight for the Shatu leader in tiger leather armor.

As expected, the Shatu leader had good reflexes. He saw the approaching arrow and swung his great axe, instantly slicing the arrow from Yan Liqiang. He pointed to the treetop where Yan Liqiang was hiding, then shouted. In just the blink of an eye, all the remaining 116 Shatu pursuers were running in Yan Liqiang’s direction like a swarm of bees.

Yan Liqiang let out a sigh. The one-picul bow was lacking in not only its shooting range, but also its speed and firing power. This was the first time Yan Liqiang’s arrow was cut off by his opponent with an axe. This simply was an insult and humiliation to an archer. If only he had his twenty-picul bow, Yan Liqiang was convinced that the man could not have blocked his arrow using the axe. This distance would allow an arrow to achieve maximum velocity, and he would’ve definitely been able to finish off this man with only a single shot.

The good thing about Shatu warriors was that they were brave, fierce, and fearless against death. Yet, they had no idea of what sort of a monster they were about to face.

Yan Liqiang’s shooting speed was consistent like a machine. He stood on the treetop, firing two sets of four arrows every second. Every arrow was a soul chaser. With such terrifying power output, all the arrows inside the quivers were depleted in merely seven seconds and turned into deadly wooden sticks that pierced the Shatu people’s vital body parts.

The Shatu people weren’t aware of anything when they were rushing toward Yan Liqiang; all they heard were the sounds of arrows whooshing past them in the air. By the time they reached the tree where Yan Liqiang was at, they finally realized that half of their troop had fallen over the short distance of a hundred meters. The initially crowded troop was reduced by half in just the blink of an eye…

A sense of unspeakable fear rose in the hearts of all the Shatu people. Before they could even think, Yan Liqiang had transformed into God of Death and jumped down from the tree.

The Shatu leader with the tiger-leather armor let out an angry snarl when he saw Yan Liqiang come down from the tree. Without even thinking, he swung his great axe of seventy or eighty jin at Yan Liqiang.

“I really cannot stand it when someone other than Brother Hou wears tiger skin. How dare you insult my idol? Go to hell…!” Yan Liqiang shouted as he directly smashed against the great axe using the Stalking Tiger technique from the Eight Extremities Fist technique. The great axe was repelled by a force that was tens of times greater than the force that the man used to swing it at Yan Liqiang…

Yan Liqiang’s immense strength instantly broke the Shatu leader’s wrist, exposing his white bones to the air. Before he could even let out a scream, the repelled great axe slammed back against his body and instantly made a huge depression in his chest. The man was sent flying twenty meters backward with his huge axe and he died an instant death.

All that was left to do now was to kill the group of remaining scum.

When there was only around ten out of a hundred Shatu warriors left, one of them screamed in terror. He dropped his weapon and escaped in the direction they had come from. When the other warriors saw that, they also started to flee.

Needless to say, none of them were able to escape from Yan Liqiang. With every step covering a distance of several zhang, Yan Liqiang gave chase to those fleeing Shatu warriors. With every step he took, one Shatu warrior was smashed like a crock hit by a metal hammer.

Among those fleeing warriors, one of them was slightly ‘clever’ and chose a different escape route from the others. By the time Yan Liqiang finished killing all the other fleeing warriors, that person had already escaped seventy or eighty meters away.

Yan Liqiang saw a long sword in the hands of a Shatu man that he had just killed. He kicked the sword’s hilt and sent the sword flying with a whoosh. It flew over a distance of seventy or eighty meters before piercing the fleeing warrior in his heart.

Then the world was quiet!

The battle ended in only two minutes…

Selena witnessed the whole battle from afar in the rocky crevice halfway up the mountain. She was completely stunned by the flow of the battle.

The moment Yan Liqiang finished the battle, Selena suddenly felt a sharp pain in her leg. She lowered her head to find a grayish-brown snake beside her. It stuck its forked tongue out while staring at her with its cold eyes…

When the snake was about to launch its second bite, Selena sliced its neck with her dagger. She felt the world in front of her spinning and she collapsed on the ground…

When Yan Liqiang returned to the rocky cliff, he was stunned to find Selena on the ground and the poisonous snake which had been cut into two beside her. “Sh*t…!” he cursed.