Jiang Chen held a bow in his hand, and pointed to the thirty thousand strong army from afar. Although it was only a bow and arrow, when it was locked onto the army, all of them shuddered with fear, and had the feeling that armageddon had arrived.
The leader of an army could be changed, but an ordinary person should have his own unswervable goal.
This thirty thousand strong army just so happened to be ordinary people whose goals had been taken.
There was no other reason. Even the mighty Long Yi had taken two arrows, and the arrogant Long Yinye had taken a headshot.
To descend from the sky with such aura and occupy a commanding height, it was easy to imagine the deterring force he emanated.
The world of martial dao was still one of the strong. Admiring the strong,and thus fearing the strong, was an eternally immutable truth.
“Long Yinye is the head of the evil that attacked my Jiang Han manor — and he has now been executed. You’ve been bewitched by him. Whether you choose to fight, or to make peace — to live or to die — it is your choice.”
Jiang Chen’s voice finally sounded from the back of the Goldwing Swordbird.
This scene made the heart of Princess Gouyu on the ground tremble — she was utterly dumbfounded. But she knew within her heart that she’d probably never be able to forget this scene for the rest of her life.
This was the descent of the divine weapon, as it turned back the powers of darkness.
This was the stuff of legends — of storytellers. Yet it was now playing out in real life, in the skies of the capital above the Jiang Han manor!