The crushed body of the Vance clan's elite assassin lay completely still on the cobblestones of the distant plaza, his primary meridians shattered by Tony's devastating counter-shot.
The dark purple smoke from the shadow-infused arrow release slowly drifted away into the sky, leaving the ruined courtyard of the Faith Family estate in a state of absolute, blood-chilling silence.
Thousands of citizens and rogue cultivators watching from the edge of the market district held their breath, completely paralyzed by the terrifying speed of Tony's reflexes.
Tony Clark casually rolled his shoulders, his standard lazy posture perfectly restored as his fingers lightly caressed the sleek, runic frame of the Void Dragon's Shadow Bow. His exposed right hand didn't show even a single scratch from the poison needles he had caught; his skin's pearlescent hardness, forged beneath the mountain waterfall, had completely neutralized the impact.
