บท 620: Brutal

Amidst the screams, Yan Liqiang didn't even turn around on Snowstorm Cloud when he heard a sound coming from the left. He only reached out and seized the arrow that was flying toward him.

The arrow felt light in his grip. Without any force, it didn't have much speed either. To Yan Liqiang, this was nothing but a joke to him. He turned his head around and spotted a youth hiding beside a tent. He was only twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a coat and a braid on his head. The boy looked at him with hatred in his eyes, holding a shabby small bow made of bamboo from which he launched the arrow earlier.

The Shatu youth didn't seem to expect Yan Liqiang to catch the arrow which he had shot from behind. Therefore, he was shocked when Yan Liqiang turned his head around.

When Yan Liqiang saw the boy's face, he hesitated for a slight moment — this boy was still a child…