He’d thought that, with this night’s failure, his greatest threat would be evading the Embroidered Uniform Guards’ pursuit—he never imagined disaster would arrive so soon.
But, at this point,
There was no time for thoughts—he could only deal with what was in front of him,
He knew where he was weak—close quarters was not his field,
Even knowing that Gu Zhan was now badly wounded, he wouldn’t take the risk; he instantly chose to put distance between them, loosing the three feathered arrows as he did.
An arrow at a distance, an arrow in your face.
There seemed to be murderous spirits clinging to the arrows, arrogant and unstoppable.
In a split second, all three arrows locked onto Gu Zhan, exploding forth with terrifying force.
You Yangsheng had absolute confidence in his archery; these three arrows would, at the very least, delay Gu Zhan for an instant. It was all too hasty—he didn’t expect to injure Gu Zhan, only needed to delay him, to buy precious time for himself.
Close combat was not his forte,
But as long as Gu Zhan couldn’t draw close, he could retain the initiative.
So the instant his arrows flew, You Yangsheng retreated rapidly into the depths of the alley.
However,
Just as his feet touched down,
He saw Gu Zhan move like a ghost, sidestepping all three feathered arrows, striding forward with ease, as graceful as a swimming dragon.
"Cloud Platform Three Falls!"
You Yangsheng let out a cry of astonishment.
He recognized Gu Zhan’s body technique at a glance—it was the famous Absolute Technique of the Flying White Rat King, Wang Bai.
Wang Bai was a prominent figure in Linjiang City; You Yangsheng had met him before. His qinggong dominated the Martial World, and his signature Absolute Technique was Cloud Platform Three Falls.
What astounded You Yangsheng most was,
The Cloud Platform Three Falls that Gu Zhan unleashed was, if anything, even more exquisite than Wang Bai’s own.
"Damn it!"
You Yangsheng cursed under his breath and ran for his life.
He finally understood why Gu Zhan had caught up to him—his qinggong was even stronger than Wang Bai’s!
Now, he could only fight head-on,
You Yangsheng knew that with Gu Zhan’s qinggong, there was no chance for a long-ranged duel; all he could do was maneuver, looking for an opening.
His figure leaned forward like a leopard, sprinting toward a carriage; the hardwood bow leveled in his hands, drawing again—bowstring vibrated, feathered arrows shot forth like lightning!
He ran through the snowy night, shooting as he ran.
In an instant, over a dozen feathered arrows filled the air—these arrows sliced through the night, piercing dense swirling snow, eerily threading between all obstacles, whistling straight toward Gu Zhan.
Gu Zhan displayed his marvelous qinggong, waving his Brocade Spring Saber—just barely dodging or slashing apart the arrows.
More than half the arrows struck the alley walls, blasting apart a section of stone; the rest were chopped and clattered to the ground.
At this moment,
You Yangsheng had fled to a spot ten zhang from Gu Zhan,
The hardwood bow in his hands bent like a full moon,
and an icy feathered arrow tore through the night air,
This arrow—
the strongest arrow of his life!