Chapter 732: The Man in the Painting
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Hearing the other party’s words, Wanyan Liang was so furious that he felt as if his lungs would explode. As the ruler of the Jin Empire, second only to the emperor, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? With a wave of his hand, the surrounding guards received his command, and a rain of arrows immediately poured down on the enemy.
Though the number of guards was fewer than a hundred, they were highly skilled in coordinated archery. Instead of releasing their arrows all at once, they divided into several groups, each delaying their shots by a single breath. By the time the last group had loosed their arrows, the earlier groups had already reloaded, forming a continuous cycle. This seamless coordination made it seem as if tens of thousands of arrows had been fired, rather than just a few dozen archers.
“Ah!” Seeing the whistling rain of arrows, Huang Rong couldn’t help but cover her mouth and let out a soft gasp. Though she knew Song Qingshu was highly skilled, facing such a dense barrage of arrows head-on, she feared that neither of them would be able to escape unscathed.
Seeing the sheer force of the incoming arrows, Song Qingshu secretly praised their technique—Jurchens, like the Mongols, were indeed fierce warriors, and their archery skills were truly extraordinary.
Hearing Huang Rong’s gasp, Wanyan Liang suddenly remembered that she was still behind that man. If this volley of arrows landed, wouldn’t that exquisite beauty be turned into a pincushion?
The thought that he hadn’t even had a chance to enjoy her yet made Wanyan Liang instantly regret his decision. However, the arrows had already been released, and it was too late to stop them.
Just then, Wanyan Liang’s eyes widened in shock. The scene before him utterly shattered his understanding of reality. The man simply took a single step back while holding Huang Rong, and in the next instant, the torrential rain of arrows landed precisely where he had just been standing.
These archers were all elite warriors and had not only aimed at his original position but had also sealed off all possible escape routes. A significant portion of the arrows continued to chase him as he moved.