He pulled the bow string, the Earth Qi of the seventy-two peaks of Taishi Mountain seemed like spirits under his control, transforming into arrows one by one. As he drew the bowstring, the sound was like a shout from a million common folk in unison:
"Shoot!"
The light of the arrow streaked across the sky like lightning, slicing through the clouds, revealing a clear sky stretching for a thousand miles.
The wolf hair in Xu Qing's hand seemed to be infused with life, suddenly bursting with dazzling green light. That light was like a sharp blade, slicing through the surrounding air, carrying a mysterious and powerful force.
Where the pen stroke landed, the peaks of Taishi Mountain seemed to feel the summons of some mighty power and began to tremble violently. Massive rocks rolled down the mountains, dust soared, as if the entire world was trembling under this stroke.
