The young girl screamed out in humiliation, but it was not known whether it was from rage of embarrassment when her face turned bright red, and without thinking she raised the bow in her hand once more, pulling out an arrow from the quiver on her back to take aim at Feng Jiu before releasing the string.
'Swoosh!'
The ruthless arrow had been imbued with mystical aura as it sped towards Feng Jiu's heart with blinding speed, fully intent on taking Feng Jiu's life in one strike, chillingly merciless.
The men with the girl did not move in the slightest, the leader seemingly intentionally indulgent. Afterall, from what they were seeing, Feng Jiu was just a mere little beggar who possessed zero mystical powers who might perhaps had been extremely lucky to be able to make it all the way in here. And for a person like that, they all would be able to get rid of easily just by barely lifting a finger.
