Chapter 397 - The Tragic Case of the Divine Archer (2/2)

Zhuo Fan squinted, a soul ripple flashed and he picked up on Zhe Bie hiding behind a tree a thousand meters out.

Zhe Bie sensed it as well and knew that Zhuo Fan had found him. Though he wasn’t afraid.

The arrows were this close to turning Zhuo Fan into a pincushion. He had bigger things to worry about than the shooter.

Under the shocked and disbelieving gazes, Zhuo Fan lifted his right arm like a king and snapped his fingers just as the first arrow reached his chest, demanding, “Go.”

Whoosh~

The hundreds of arrows disappeared, appearing a thousand meters away, aimed at Zhe Bie’s hidey hole.

“What the hell?”

Zhe Bie was scared out of his mind and dropped all demeanor, now surrounded by his own attack.

With blasts galore, each arrow went for where it hurt.

Flashes streaked the night sky on and off, in tune with the wails of agony in between. Venturing a guess, it was safe to assume that the divine archer had no friggin’ clue how the hell this had happened.

His first lab rat for his newest ultimate was himself?

Something black and smoking plopped onto the ground, twitching now and then, squirting blood from god knew where. All that was secondary though, what mattered was the gibberish coming from his mouth, with shock reflecting clearly in his eyes.

More or less along the lines of cursing and wailing.

Zhuo Fan’s right eye’s golden halo subsided and he laughed, “Ha-ha-ha, a true Sky-piercing Wolf and of flawless aim. Every last one of those hundreds of arrows hit true. I bow before the master!”

Touba Lian’er and Zha Lahan were slack jawed. Their minds were spewing curses, obscenities and vulgarity faster than that divine archer’s shot.

[What… just happened? What did he do? Oh, god!]

Lost was the look of confidence and pride on the two. All they could express was fear and shock.

[Where the hell did he come from? The arrows just turned on their own maker without so much as a warning. How in blazes is that even possible?]

Zhuo Fan smiled his creepy grin, “Miss Lian’er, it appears that we have a winner in our little bet. I do hope you’ll concede.”

Gulping, the two faltered away from Zhuo Fan. Looking at him like he was a monster hell itself spat out.

Zhuo Fan wasn’t just brawn, but armed with fancy tricks.

Now they realized how true Zhuge Changfeng’s warning rang. He had cleaved through the seven houses by himself so far for a damn good reason!

[Sweet mother of mercy, just who in hell would ever mess with this freak?]

They even praised Regent Estate’s balls for actually fighting this guy for so long…

“Miss Lian’er, there are two kinds of people I abhor. The overconfident ones, and weasels. You’ve checked the first type. Now I hope, for your sake, you won’t make the mistake of checking the second. I may have to actually get serious.” Zhuo Fan stared them down.

Touba Lian’er’s heart was in pain. Zhuo Fan had appropriated all of her Shaping Spring back in Beast King Mountain and along with all those ingredients on top, leaving her high and dry.

And now he had the cheek to preach to her about welchers. This guy was a filthy skeeve.

Zha Lahan was turning red wanting to plunge his head into something, anything.

He was Quanrong’s finest in terms of strength, cleaning the battlefield like a reaper on his day off. Yet this invincible and prideful warrior had just stepped out for a second to put a Profound Heaven bugger in his place, but lo and behold, the awe-inspiring Savage Wolf was taught a lesson in humility instead. His prideful heart found it hard to even beat.

But what could you do, eh? This world was based on power. If the guy had you beat and said you were a disgrace, then that answered that. You could be in denial all you want, but you better damn well sit back and take it!

If you know what’s good for you. Or you could always retort. But was your fist tougher? Didn’t think so.

Compared to Tianyu, who practiced righteousness, the Quanrong revered the strong. In front of Zhuo Fan’s power, the two couldn’t get a word in.

At least the average second generation would be looking for a backer right about now, like ‘My dad’s the mayor!’ or something. (StarReader: a line a guy said after running over someone with his car. The news went viral.)

But wait, the Quanrong despised such things. A loss was a loss, regardless of how. To the point that they weren’t even shouting out the fact that they were delegates, with diplomatic immunity.

“Kill me!” Touba Lian’er stuck out her neck, stubborn as a mule.

Zhuo Fan grinned, his fingers crackling, “Are you sure that you want to test me? You may be the Quanrong delegation, finding jaywalking normal. But when going after the Best Steward Beneath Heavens, I have the right to judge you.”

Zhuo Fan’s fist flashed red, his killing intent skyrocketing.