However, Gu Sheng never truly placed his hopes on achieving merit through archery.
Right now, all he wanted was to intercept Wang Chong.
Almost immediately after releasing an arrow, Gu Sheng's legs alternated in motion, sprinting like a thunder-stricken panther toward Wang Chong to kill him.
His gaze was icy, his voice low:
"The one who will kill you."
Wang Chong's thoughts raced within his mind, but he couldn't recall offending such a skilled expert. From the posture and speed of this man's movements alone, it was clear he was a master of leg skills, with cultivation at least at the Blood Refining Realm.
"Sir, maybe there's some misunderstanding? I don't recall there being any enmity between us!"
