As the peasant woman retreated, clutching her child, Zhao Keluo suddenly let out a deafening roar: "You bitch!"
He yanked the broken arrow from his chest and stumbled to his feet, clutching his wound. Blood surged forth, staining his robes a vivid red; his left eye was already swelling into a dark bruise.
Zhao Yan kicked him hard behind the knee. Zhao Keluo, having barely risen, buckled and slammed back down to the ground. A cloud of dust rose with a heavy thud.
Chapter 69