Duan Rong shot an arrow, the Black Python Bow in his hand still quivering uncontrollably.
He flipped his palm, leaped, and the Black Python Bow was already slung on his back as he sprang toward the direction of the Huaying Building!
The Profound Iron Arrow, wrapped in swirling air currents, shattered Bai Rong's head, its momentum unabated, it slanted through the roof corner of the Huaying Building, turning a section of tiles into dust, before diving into the pitch-black night with a piercing hum.
The two Turtle Slaves guarding the door heard the commotion and immediately pushed the door open to enter!
But just as they pushed the door open, they suddenly saw a shadow flash before their eyes. Duan Rong's palm blade struck the back of the heads of the two Turtle Slaves, knocking them out cold.
