“Whoosh!”
Zhu Jian drew the bow to a full arc, radiant golden light bursting from the arrow, illuminating the surroundings. Immense fluctuations surged from Zhu Jian’s body, an intimidating aura enveloping the arena.
His momentum climbed, his arm’s sleeves shredding under bulging muscles, his hair whipping with his aura. His presence was majestic, far surpassing the arrow that defeated Wei Yanjie and the one aimed at Tu Bubai.
At this moment, Zhu Jian resembled an arrow god—unstoppable, slaying gods and Buddhas alike.
Even before the shot, the aura was earth-shattering, irresistible, and relentless.
The crowd’s hearts trembled. This arrow’s might was terrifying—unimaginable if aimed at them.
It would likely pierce them instantly.
Worthy of the God-Slaying Three Arrows, capable of slaying gods.
In contrast, Lin Xiao showed no aura, calmly facing forward, his hair fluttering under Zhu Jian’s momentum.
“Why isn’t he preparing? Is he planning to control the arrow with spiritual power?”
“His third-grade advanced spiritual power can’t possibly control such a powerful arrow. It probably can’t even attach to it in time.”
“No way he can control that arrow.”
“He’s frozen, forgetting to prepare. He hasn’t even drawn a weapon.”
“Sigh, a genius is about to fall unexpectedly.”
The crowd gasped, pitying Lin Xiao. Without a weapon, there was no way he could withstand this arrow.
Yu Xiang, Jia Chao, and Xiahou Lan were thrilled. This time, Lin Xiao had no chance of turning the tables.
“Whoosh!”
Amid the crowd’s astonishment, Zhu Jian acted, releasing the arrow. The dazzling golden arrow transformed into a blazing sun, shooting forward at a speed nearly invisible to the naked eye.
The arrow’s power was immense, and Lin Xiao still hadn’t moved. Many already envisioned him shredded to pieces.
But as the golden arrow neared his chest, Lin Xiao acted, extending one hand at blinding speed to catch the arrow.
Clang!
A sharp, piercing sound rang out. The unstoppable golden arrow halted just before Lin Xiao’s chest.
His right hand, held horizontally, had caught the arrow.
Yes, caught—pinched precisely between his index and middle fingers.
In that instant, the scene froze, and so did everyone’s expressions, all dumbfounded, mouths agape.
Catching Zhu Jian’s God-Slaying arrow with his hand—with two fingers…
It was as if thunder exploded in their minds, leaving them dazed.
This arrow, stronger than the one that defeated Wei Yanjie, was caught by Lin Xiao’s bare fingers.
The impact was staggering.
Thud!
Seeing the scene clearly, Xiahou Lan collapsed onto the ground in shock.
“Damn, this is too damn epic!”
After a long silence, Ma Bi’s excited voice broke through, as if he wished he were the dashing, heroic figure in the arena.
“Badass, truly badass!” Niu Bi muttered, mouth agape.
“Am I dreaming?”
“Is something wrong with my eyes? Tell me this isn’t real.”
“My eyes must be playing tricks.”
The arena was filled with disbelief. Catching Zhu Jian’s first God-Slaying arrow with two fingers was unimaginable.
Everyone thought their eyes were deceiving them, some rubbing them, but the truth remained: Lin Xiao stood, holding a gleaming golden arrow.
Even Gu Xuanyuan and Xiahou Jing showed surprise.
Gu Juejin and the Shura Butcher were equally shocked.
Baili He, Xiahou Lan, and other high-ranking figures on the platform were stunned.
Even Mo Jiutian’s eyes flashed with brilliance.
Jia Chao and Yu Xiang were beyond shocked, trembling inwardly.
Too powerful—catching Zhu Jian’s first God-Slaying arrow with two fingers. They couldn’t imagine anyone else doing it.
The most shocked was Zhu Jian. He knew the true power of that shot, yet this was the result. His mind buzzed, dazed.
“Whoosh!”
Ignoring the crowd’s shock, Lin Xiao remained calm, flicking the arrow back to land before Zhu Jian.
“Two more arrows!” Lin Xiao said lightly, making Zhu Jian tremble, snapping back to reality.
“I don’t believe you can catch my second arrow!” Shaken, Zhu Jian lost his composure, bordering on frenzy. He picked up the arrow, nocking it again.
Drawing the bow slowly, his arms took on a bronze hue, muscles bulging as if turning draconic, faint roars seeming to emanate from them.
Whistling winds rose around him, vast fluctuations surging like a sea from his body.
Brighter, more dazzling golden light radiated from the arrow, illuminating all directions, the ground trembling faintly.
Then, a unique martial intent condensed from Zhu Jian’s arms, enveloping the arrow.
“Arrow Intent—that’s Arrow Intent!”
“The second arrow’s momentum is double the first, with Arrow Intent. Lin Xiao can’t catch this one!”
The crowd gasped, faces etched with shock. It was their first time seeing Zhu Jian’s second God-Slaying arrow.
“Whoosh!”
Amid their exclamations, the golden arrow shot like a rainbow, divine in its punishment, piercing space with earth-shaking might toward Lin Xiao.
Clang!
Another resounding clang. This time, Lin Xiao switched from fingers to palm, gripping the arrow tightly, stopping it dead.
The crowd’s hearts jolted. He caught it—Lin Xiao caught it, with his bare hand, an arrow infused with Arrow Intent, even stronger…
“This is impossible!!!” Zhu Jian nearly roared, his face full of disbelief, his mind on the verge of collapse.
His vaunted God-Slaying Three Arrows had defeated countless foes, rarely needing the second arrow. Yet now, not only was the first caught, but the second was too.
“One more arrow!” Ignoring Zhu Jian’s reaction, Lin Xiao flicked the arrow back, speaking lightly.
