Zhao Chunxia praised: "Good shot!" Immediately following the arrow’s trail, she saw on the Prisoner Girl Cliff, a young man hanging upside down on an iron chain, his long hair hanging down, his expression calm and murderous. Unafraid of the strong, intent on killing strong enemies. Sharp aura emanated.

Though Zhao Chunxia was at a distance, making it hard to discern his features, the situation filled her with passion and exhilaration, thinking: "What a brave young lad! Daring to come indeed! A Second Realm boy bold enough to shoot at the Third Realm! The Sword Sect hero is already beaten by him."

All the young women followed her gaze and exclaimed in surprise, echoing: "There’s someone on the opposite cliff." "Who... who is it? Is it our senior brothers?" "Unknown, unfamiliar... but it should be someone coming to save us." Prisoner Canyon was now abuzz.

Li Xian, having planned for a while, shot an arrow, then immediately swung away holding the iron chain. Zheng Decun, his right foot injured, roared furiously: "Who dares to harm me, you brat!" His voice was sharp, throaty with rage, piercing the ears.

On the cliff and among the tree branches, snow was shaken off, iron chains on the cliff clanged with resonating sound. The might enveloped the surroundings.

Zheng Decun’s angry voice shook the area, causing the young women’s spirits to plummet, hearts darkened. Those with weaker cultivation momentarily felt their blood stagnate. The watching elders were utterly surprised, daring not to underestimate Zheng Decun. They all said: "Zheng Decun is indeed a mighty foe! The archer must be a young man, not of the Sword Sect. Could he have assistance?"

Observing all around, no one was seen hanging upside down on the chain. The young man, in thin cloth attire with flowing long hair, held an ordinary bow and arrow yet dared to shoot at strong enemies. The elders saw no aide, their expressions dimmed: "Just this lone youngster, how could he be an equal match?"

Tang Mengluo shouted: "Run quickly!" Before words fell, Li Xian, hanging upside down on the cliff, not only did not flee, but shot three more arrows. Each arrow was imbued with intent and Inner Qi, arriving in a flash, full of force!

The whistling wind from the flying arrows overshadowed the howling cold wind. The three arrows were exquisitely crafted, perfect to the utmost. Zheng Decun, amidst his anger, applied his martial arts to forcibly intercept the arrows.

He fiercely reached out with both hands, willed martial arts into transformation. It was Flying Dragon City’s "Flying Dragon Cloud Seeking Hand," reminiscent of dragon’s call resounding. The moment his palm touched the arrow, blood seeped from his palm, the fierce power within the arrow pushed him back several steps.

Before he could regain composure, the second and third arrows shot successively. Each time Zheng Decun blocked an arrow, he stepped back four to five steps, extremely wretched, his complexion grim. By the third arrow, he was forced against the cliff, having nowhere else to retreat.

He had no time to look towards the cliff shadow. Only the fourth arrow shot forth with rich intent, deadly. He cursed through clenched teeth: "Damn it!" and dared not resist directly, deploying Lightweight Skill to dodge.

This arrow hit the cliff with a ’boom,’ cracking sounds spread several meters. Zhao Chunxia gasped in astonishment: "Intentful quadruple shot... what... what powerful archery!" The young women cheered, the elders discerned nuances, exclaiming: "Such Divine Archer... could one truly exist in this world?"

Zheng Decun was drenched in cold sweat, panting heavily. Originally embarrassed but not exhausted. But the intent shot... that’s where the trouble lies. If you can withstand the sharp edge, you are deemed resilient. If you are cornered, avoiding the whole blow, though dodging the arrow, you are defeated by the intent. From then on, facing that flying arrow, your legs would weaken, body numb, fear laden in heart.

Suddenly, Zheng Decun saw a flash of cold light, noticed high above another silhouette poised to draw and aim, rendering him both fearful and afraid, he promptly deployed "Red Luo Wedding Garment Step," his body twisting and maneuvering oddly at each step, akin to a delicate bride. This step was supremely suited to Zheng Decun, swift beyond measure at this moment. In moments he reached Li Xian hanging on an iron chain.

Li Xian stepped on with Lightweight Skill, grabbed another chain and swung afar, shooting back in midair. Although his Lightweight Skill reached Peak, the "Seven Stars Step" was limited by quality and simplified, upon deployment, those keen-eyed instantly perceived his Martial Arts Realm had just entered the Second Realm.

The young women felt slightly perturbed but even more in admiration, for overpowering the weak is easy, warring the strong is hard. Zhao Chunxia’s eyes gleamed bright, observing his agile form, remarked: "Second Realm arrow, reverse shot at the Third Realm."

"The man... outshines his name!"

(I apologize in advance...

Today’s Chapter was intended to be longer, estimated over 9,000 words, even ten thousand words, intended to be completed all at once. So it could be a slight burst of update.

However, in the middle, I celebrated a friend’s birthday, resumed writing upon return. Managed to write till 6,000 words past two in the morning, not wanting to gloss over it hastily. Being utterly tired, I have to pause here for now, the remaining content will be in the next Chapter!)