Kapitel 668: Between Shooting and Not Shooting

The first arrow, which looked like it would succeed, failed in the end. Ning Que didn't show any frustration and his calm expression seemed to show that he had expected it. The white turbulence gathered as the following four arrows that were shot traveled as fast as lightning.

The Hierarch Lord of the West-Hill Divine Palace could not be killed so easily. If he could be shot with a single arrow on the battlefield, all the legends in the West-Hill classics would become a joke.