Li Xuanfeng waited for a while; the two monks had already begun to quarrel amongst themselves.
Ever since E Wu pretended to be of the Situ Family, Li Xuanfeng understood that eight or nine times out of ten, a fine spectacle was in store. He stood upon the Golden Shuttle in midair, calmly waiting.
Watching as both monks flew northward, clashing fiercely in the sky, Li Xuanfeng lifted his left hand, pulled the longbow from his back, gripping it with one hand, bowstring controlled with the other, casting a cold glance—without hesitation, he chose Mutuo as his target.
"This one is easy to kill, but also prone to being startled and fleeing back into the formation; kill him first."
He exhaled and spoke, wild beard bristling, eyes wide, his Black Gold Armor gleaming with radiant light—a Golden Mysterious Arrow forged of pure gold leapt from the quiver at his waist, obediently settling onto the bowstring.
