Miao Menlong untied the treasured eagle bow from his back, the mahogany bow body glistened with the rain.
He fitted the arrow and pulled the string, the bowstring's quiver mixed with the thunderous roar.
Three armor-piercing arrows shot out into the air, the barbed steel tips gleaming cold in the rain, precisely nailing into the copper ring at the junction of the bamboo tubes.
The clash of copper and iron burst into sparks, the ancient pipe let out an unbearable groan.
Shan Zhi shook open the plum blossom dart pouch, twelve silver darts flew from his hand, like stars falling to the ground, striking the throats of twelve traitorous archers, blood mixed with rain forming eerie patterns on the blue stone.
Shi Xiong wielded the White Rainbow Treasure Sword to cleave open the wooden palisade, the dragon chant of the sword hadn't faded, chains suddenly clanged from beneath the ground.
