Back when Shen staggered backwards earlier, the lock on the surrounding space also lost its effect. Without hesitating, Chen Xiaolian swiftly put some tens of metres between them. Once again, he held the Flash Bow of Ketu-Rahu and aimed it at Shen, who was still holding his head and growling. 0

Power gathered upon Chen Xiaolian’s body once again and the surrounding streams of energy swirled furiously towards him before melding into the bow. 0

Naturally, this time, he would not be using the Matchless Skyfall move.0

Rather, it was another move that Du Wei had taught him. 0

Star Drop!0

“Chen… Xiaolian!”0

Shen forced himself to stand straight and stared right at Chen Xiaolian, who was aiming the bow his way. His handsome face had become contorted due to the pain. 0

“Regardless of what you just did, did you think… that you can defeat me with just this?”0

Suddenly, he stretched his right hand and his fingers closed up, seemingly grabbing something.0

As Shen’s fingers were closing up, a quaint-looking bronze sword appeared in his grasp. 0

Spots of greenish-copper patina covered the blade of the bronze sword while there were grain-sized nicks all over the edges of the sword. It looked as though it had drunk its fill of blood in the battlefield. 0

Unlike its outward appearance, however, the moment the sword appeared, it radiated an intensely frightful, soul-shattering power.0

Chen Xiaolian’s heart skipped a beat.0

He had witnessed Shen fight more than once. But in every one of them, Shen would fight his enemies barehanded. Even when facing Du Wei and the others, he had never utilized any weapon.0

At this very moment, however, he had pulled out this bronze sword...0