480 The Meeting of Iron Flowers and Iron Arrows (2/2)

The withered lotuses which were not enveloped in the fiery explosion shattered into numerous pieces as if they had been cut by a sharp blade.

Xia Hou landed on the lake heavily, splashing a splatter of snow.

His knees were slightly bent, and his military boots were torn. However, his body kept balance in a strong way and did not fall.

Along with his landing, countless pieces of extremely sharp and hard iron shards rained down as well.

These iron shards fell at a high speed, whistling as they dropped down. They cut the lotus into pieces and then landed on the surface of the ice lake as if it was raining.

The sharp iron pieces also fell on Xia Hou.

The surface layer of his Qi of Heaven and Earth managed to shield him from most of the explosion and the slicing of the sharp iron shards. However, he was still cut by dozens of the shards.

Several lacerations appeared on Xia Hou's hardened skin and it began to bleed.

It was then.

When the second iron arrow appeared.

Without warning.

Xia Hou watched the snow raining down on the lake, and shied away from it. He installed his aura into his right hand and waved his hand, expressionlessly.

The seemingly simple wave of his hand caused the winds to blow wildly. Pebbles of ice were tossed about madly.

There was a sharp sound.

A wound appeared on his right arm.

The iron arrow was shaken. It scraped by his body, and submerged in the lake of snow.

There was a loud boom as a deep dark hole appeared on the ice lake which was frozen solid.

Xia Hou raised his head suddenly and looked towards the southern banks. Then, he started running again.

He had to admit that he had underestimated Ning Que.

But he could not retreat any further. He had to make the distance between Ning Que and himself closer.

That was why he had to rush over there no matter how many tricks were buried in the lake, and how many other explosions like the previous one were hidden in the lotus land.

He continued running towards the lotus land.

And a second explosion occurred.

The Primordial Thirteen Arrows could hit any target regardless of the distance. However, it could not ignore the speed of the target. Ning Que understood this. Furthermore, both Xia Hou's Devil's Doctrine power and his physical condition were extremely strong, which prince Long Qing could never compared with. So he had never pinned his hope on killing Xia Hou with the Primordial Thirteen Arrows only.

It was fortunate that there was a lotus field in the middle of the Yanming Lake.

Nearing the end of spring, Ning Que had bought all the houses by Yanming Lake. He claimed the lake for own and planted many lotus flowers in it.

In the midsummer, he and Sangsang rowed a boat on the lake and traversed through the lotus land. They admired the lake, the scenery and the stars. They picked up the flowers and seeds of lotuses, and tossed several iron kettles in the lotus land.

In winter, the Yanming Lake was frozen and the surface of ice was thick. The lotus land had long been withered, but the little iron kettles which were buried deep in the mud of the lotus land began to awake.

With their awakening, came blasts after blasts of explosions that rang across the lake.

The fiery flames and hot waves tore through the surface of the lake, causing the snow on it to scatter. Several shards of sharp iron were tossed around in the wind and snow.

Several black holes appeared on the frozen surface of the lake.

And in the whistling wind, snow and iron shards, Xia Hou had already bleeding.

What was more frightening was that every time he stopped because of the explosion, Sangsang, held the big black umbrella and stood on the cliff of the southern banks, would speak out his position. Then, Ning Que would shoot his arrow.

And a terrifying and cold iron arrow would reach Xia Hou at the next moment.

The little iron kettles were flowers. Ning Que and Sangsang had planted as many kettles as the lotus seeds they had. There were as many iron kettles as the lotus flowers.

The iron arrows were thorns. Ning Que had thirteen Primordial Thirteen Arrows in his arrow box. So he would shoot all of them as the fiery flowers on the lake were blooming.