CHAPTER 681: CHAPTER 681: YOU WANT IT, THEN HAVE IT BACK

"Ha, I really didn’t expect this beast to be so loyal."

Fang Ran looked at the corpse of the Winged Tiger and the grief-stricken Winged Tiger Guard, speaking mockingly.

"Young Master Fang, since this person is so heartbroken, why don’t you kindly help him join this beast?" Mo Lintian said cruelly.

Fang Ran nodded, his slender eyes glinting with cold light: "You’re right. Since you’re so hurt, I’ll kindly help you."

With that, he drew the bow and nocked the arrow.

Whoosh!

The arrow shot like light, blasting towards the sorrowful Winged Tiger Guard.

Bam!

The Village Chief struck out in anger, a torrent of power surging from his palm, meeting the incoming arrow.

The arrow was deflected, flying off at an angle.

Even the Village Chief had to step back twice; the power on the arrow was too strong.

Fang Ran’s face turned grim and sinister: "Old fool getting in the way, since you’re in such a hurry to die, I’ll grant your wish first."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

This time, Fang Ran shot three arrows directly at the Village Chief, forming a triangular assault.

"Get out of the way!"

The Village Chief stomped his foot, a terrifying force sweeping out, sending nearby Winged Tiger Guards flying. They couldn’t withstand this person’s arrows.

At the same time, white light flowed around the Village Chief’s body, crashing like waves as it blasted towards the three arrows.

Boom!

The two forces collided, causing a dull explosion, the ground cracking and the storm raging.

Fang Ran’s arrows were blocked twice by the Village Chief, causing him to lose face, his vicious aura intensifying, his slender peach blossom eyes filled with killing intent.

"Old fool, wasting food at your age, this time I’ll send you to meet King Yan."

Fang Ran, with a quiver on his back, had all silver arrows except for one wrapped in black cloth. It was this arrow he drew, the power in his hand causing the black cloth to explode into fragments, revealing a dark golden arrow.

The silver arrows were ordinary, but this dark golden arrow was obtained from an ancient ruin, a top-grade Spiritual Artifact.

He drew the bow and nocked the arrow.

The bow was fully drawn, the arrow bursting with dark golden radiance, brilliant and resplendent, yet the surrounding temperature plummeted, chilling to the skin.

The Village Chief’s expression was grave, sensing the terror of this arrow, the power around him roiling, exerting his cultivation to the extreme.

Whoosh!

The dark golden arrow turned into a light, so fast it was silent, causing no air disturbance, like a light cutting through the air, insanely fast.

But the old Village Chief was not slow, forming hand seals, a six-pointed star materializing in front of him, shimmering with bright white light, six beams shooting out, converging into a white light.

Bam!

The golden arrow struck the thick white light, as if hitting something solid, causing cracks before it exploded.

The Village Chief’s face flushed irregularly, staggered back a step, the ground cracking underfoot.

The dark golden arrow shattered the white light beam, the speed undiminished, then shot into the six-pointed star.

Hiss!

The six-pointed star was like a wall of energy; the sword penetrated but couldn’t pierce through, embedding as if into wood, the arrow’s tail quivering constantly.

Fang Ran’s face darkened, slowly raising his bow and then releasing an empty arrow.

Yet the old Village Chief’s face changed dramatically because the arrow embedded in the six-pointed star suddenly seemed alive, the power growing stronger, digging several centimeters into the six-pointed star, the arrowhead already penetrating.

Crack, crack...!

The six-pointed star was like a mirror about to shatter, cracks spreading.

Bam!

Ultimately, the six-pointed star exploded, the arrow flashing through, blood splattering, piercing the Village Chief’s shoulder, sending him flying over ten meters away.

"Village Chief."

"Village Chief..."

The Winged Tiger Guards and villagers exclaimed.

Fang Ran looked contemptuous, sneering: "Overestimating yourself, old fool, today I’ll send you to the underworld."

He said, raising his hand, the dark golden arrow embedded in the ground trembling slightly. However, the arrow did not fly towards Fang Ran but in the opposite direction.

This scene not only stunned Fang Ran but everyone present.

The crowd followed the direction, seeing the golden arrow caught by a man as handsome as a demon.

"Fairy Bai." Fang Ran grinned, showing teeth.

He didn’t recognize Qin Yi but did know Bai Jingqing.

Of course, the look he gave Qin Yi was not friendly, a sinister voice: "Some things can’t be touched carelessly, or it will be fatal."

Qin Yi held the dark golden arrow, his gaze fixed on the small figure lying in a pool of blood beside the medicine field, still tightly clutching a long bread.

Bai Jingqing also saw, glanced at Qin Yi beside her, feeling a chill inexplicably, though Qin Yi was expressionless, he gave her the terrifying feeling of calm before a storm.

"Kid, return the arrow; that thing is not for someone like you to handle."

Next to Fang Ran, a youth with a long, narrow face and sinister eyes arrogantly stared at Qin Yi.

This person was naturally a follower, named Fang Zhou, cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm. He was favored by the Fang Family Head due to his talent, granting him the name and allowing him to follow Fang Ran.

Fang Zhou was not originally from the Fang Family, but after changing his surname, he was considered half a Fang Family member, arrogant as Fang Ran’s follower.

"Fairy Bai, who is this?" Fang Ran looked at Qin Yi, asking coldly and arrogantly.

Bai Jingqing was beautiful and had high cultivation, admired by young talents of the Five Great Families’ younger generation, Fang Ran naturally among them.

Before Bai Jingqing could speak, Qin Yi already did, his gaze as indifferent as water, staring at Fang Ran: "Are you sure you want to know who I am?"

Fang Ran was taken aback, face darkening, full of displeasure.

Fang Zhou sneered: "What, is your name terrifying?"

"Maybe," Qin Yi replied indifferently.

Fang Zhou laughed exaggeratedly on the spot, "Kid, besides my Young Master Fang and Fairy Bai and others, I don’t recall anyone like you among the younger generation. Stop pretending to be mysterious here, making a fool of yourself. Hand the arrow back quickly, or it will be too late for regrets."

Qin Yi raised his hand, examining the arrow he held, indifferently saying: "If you want it, then I’ll return it to you."

With that, he tossed the dark golden arrow to Fang Zhou.

Whoosh!

The arrow flashed through the air, so fast the eye couldn’t follow.

Fang Zhou’s face changed dramatically, drawing his sword, surrounding qi flowing, sword qi dancing along the blade, roaring as he cut at the approaching arrow.

Clang!

The arrow hit the blade, sparks flying, and the long sword in Fang Zhou’s hand that could cut iron like mud shattered into pieces.