章節 742: Walking In Front Of The Palace, Who Will Die?

"Fire!" The pale-faced Commander of the Imperial Army, Gong Dian, gave the order in a trembling voice as rain dripped through his messy beard.

Countless feathered arrows left the tightly stretched bowstrings, immediately accelerating to their top speed as they tore through the rain in the air and flew toward Wu Zhu standing alone in the center of the square.

The densely packed arrows seemed like they wanted to hide the sun, but the pouring rain had already achieved this effect. The countless flying arrows seemed unsatisfied with their expression. Shattering all of the beads of rain in the air, they made the entire sky above the square become like a waterfall from a mystical realm.

Along with this horrifying sound, there was also the sinister whistle of the arrows flying through the air. These sounds represented the Qing Kingdom's powerful military power as well as unstoppable killing intent.