"This is your last chance to apologize and fight me seriously," Keling warned Yuan, the muscles in her arm bulging like thick roots as she held the massive bowstring drawn back.
"I'll apologize if you can make me bleed even a single drop of blood," Yuan replied with a provocative smile on his face.
Keling's eyes widened at his words, and without the slightest hesitation, she released the bowstring.
Even without an arrow nocked, the sheer force unleashed by the string alone generated a terrifying shockwave that was powerful enough to effortlessly vaporize even an Immortal.
However, when the shockwave struck Yuan, the most it managed to do was stir his hair and clothes. To him, it felt no different from a gentle spring breeze.
Seeing this, Keling drew the bowstring once more. As she pulled it back, an arrow began materializing out of thin air, already nocked in place and ready to be fired.
