"Even so, you dodged my first arrow, but how will you handle the second?" Luomei calculated silently to herself, a trace of ruthlessness and determination flashing in her eyes. She sneered internally, "Humph, let's see how you dodge this one, brat!" Her delicate and charming face was now masked in frost. With a clean and decisive motion of raising her hand, she drew her bow and loosed the second arrow. The arrow shot forth like a meteor, carrying an immensely fierce momentum. The air around the shaft frictioned and hissed noisily, resembling a baring, clawing wild dragon sworn to pierce straight through Tang San without mercy.
When Tang San saw the second arrow hurtling toward him, his pupils contracted sharply, his heart tightened violently, and a fine layer of sweat instantly beaded on his forehead. Instinctively, he still wanted to use the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to evade it, his footwork moving like the wind as he darted left and right in an attempt to shake off the arrow's lock. Yet no matter how desperately Tang San shifted his form, that arrow seemed to possess a will of its own, tightly and firmly locking onto his figure. Tang San's heart began to beat at a furious pace, his breathing turned ragged, and his gaze filled with despair and reluctance.
Watching the arrow speed toward him with no way to dodge it, despair inevitably arose in Tang San's heart—could his life really end right here? His eyes were full of unwillingness and despair, and inside it felt as t…
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