'What the hell is he doing?!' Keling cried inwardly when Yuan made no attempt to react to her attack.
Even if she wanted to withdraw the shot now, it was already far too late. Almost the instant the arrow left the bow, it arrived directly before Yuan's forehead.
Yet, the moment the arrow struck Yuan's forehead, it did not pierce through his skull as Keling had imagined. Instead, the arrow shattered into countless fragments before dispersing into thin air.
Meanwhile, Yuan remained completely unharmed, not even a scratch appearing on his forehead.
"No… way…" Keling's eyes widened with bewilderment, looking as though she'd just witnessed the impossible—something incomprehensible.
Her attack just now possessed enough power to destroy even a star, yet Yuan had taken it head-on with his forehead and emerged completely unscathed.
Such a thing should have been utterly impossible.
