673 Shooting the Golden Dragons Head (2/2)

The infinite light that the Golden Dragon's head spread on the Wilderness quickly cleaned up the dark aura surrounding Sangsang. Then, light that was absolute light and heat landed on Sangsang and several tendrils of green smoke emerged from her body.

Sangsang seemed to be in great pain as the light shone upon her. She clutched at her chest and coughed unceasingly. What she coughed up, was not blood or cold aura, but were black transparent ice cube-like objects.

The black transparent ice cubes emerged from her lips and fell onto the ground. There was a sound of heavy impact as deep craters were formed. Then, they disappeared.

It was then, when the Golden Dragon's head roared and arrived before her. The black ice cubes shattered into the tiniest pebbles. Her body twisted as if it was about to break.

Ning Que was already running at his fastest speed. However, he could never beat the speed of light or be faster than the roar of the dragon. His fingers had just barely touched Sangsang's body when the power of Haotian fell unto him.

There was a smack, and he knelt on the ground beside Sangsang. His knees impacted the ground with great force and seemed to have shattered.

He felt an immense pain, causing his face to pale and he was very terrified.

The Giant Golden Dragon roared, and no one in the world could fight against that. Before Haotian, he was weak. So what was the point of all the choices he made in the past?

A winner was about to emerge from this battle between the light and darkness. Sangsang was about to die, and what could he do? What could he change? If he could not change anything, then why did he have those dreams? Why was he able to see the future in those dreams and see what was happening now?

Ning Que supported himself with both hands and used all his strength to squat. Then, he smashed down heavily with his sole and changed his position from kneeling into sitting. He then stood, despite the suppression of the light, an expression of pain on his face.

The simple move had used up all his courage and strength. He reached out with his trembling hand and pulled out a pair of glasses made from black crystal and placed them on his nose bridge.

His complexion was extremely pale but seemed even paler once he put on the sunglasses. The sunglasses seemed even darker by contrast and the world, in his eyes, grew very dark.

The blood and bodies on the Wilderness occupied most of the light and heat in the sky. In his eyes, everything became much darker and colder and more similar to what he had seen in his dark dreams.

Ning Que looked up directly at the Golden Dragon's head which almost occupied his entire field of vision. As such, it was easy to aim at. Even though he was behind the sunglasses, the light still shone through it piercingly, making it painful and uncomfortable for him. He teared up unknowingly.

The iron bow was slowly pulled and creaked; the darkish iron arrow trembled slightly on the string. The sharp arrowhead met the light falling from the sky, making it seem dark and terrifying.

Ning Que did not look frightened, but instead only looked determined. He looked at the Golden Dragon's head through his sunglasses and with a roar, he released the arrow on his bow, shooting into the dragon's right eye!

Mythical creatures represented Haotian's appearance on earth. Those living on earth either knelt in a show of respect or submission, or they would remain silent like statues. But no one would think of killing the creature.

Because it was impossible.

Yet, Ning Que did it.

The white turbulence bloomed behind the bowstring and was purified into nothingness by the infinite light falling from the sky. However, the iron arrow had left the string, and in a few moments, it reached the faraway sky.

At this moment, everyone on the Wilderness was kneeling, and no one dared to look directly at the sky and the Golden Dragon's head in it. Therefore, no one witnessed this incredibly rare scene.

The Golden Dragon's head was extremely high up in the sky. It was likely that other than Liu Bai's sword, only Ning Que's Primordial Thirteen Arrows could reach where it was located.

The darkish iron arrow turned into a slender shadow amongst the light. It pierced the dragon's left eye and then was dissolved by the light in mere moments.

If the eyes of the golden dragon were like calm lakes, then the Primordial Thirteen Arrow that instilled fear in the cultivation world was like a thin shard of ice thrown into the lake. It disappeared within seconds and did not cause any ripples at all.

Ning Que was not surprised at all by what happened. However, the word despair did not exist in his dictionary. He would not give up until the very last moment. And since he had to die, he would not be satisfied until he shot the arrow.

The Giant Golden Dragon looked down at the Wilderness and at Ning Que who was holding his bow. Scorn and contempt appeared in its massive lake-like eyes. Then, indifference swept across its face as it breathed out.

As the dragon's head breathed out, golden light condensed into billions of grains that fell onto the Wilderness like a flooding river. However, each grain of sand was transparent and every grain held absolute power!