Murong Ye's heart leaped. He almost subconsciously yanked the reins and backed away, his voice fierce but his courage failing. "Ye Yunfeng! You dare—"
WHOOSH—!
Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Yunfeng relaxed his fingers. The black arrow shot out, grazing the top of Murong Ye's head!
CRACK!
His hair crown split in two and fell to the ground, his black hair tumbling down around him.
Combined with the look of terror on his face, he was a pathetic sight. Where was the arrogance and pride from before?
Murong Ye froze, his heart skipping a beat. He slowly raised his head, only to hear a dull THUD from behind him.
He turned around almost instinctively and was instantly stunned.
—Ye Yunfeng's arrow had knocked the target clean over!
A chill shot up from the soles of his feet, nearly freezing the blood in his veins.
