Lin Xia was so frightened that cold sweat broke out all over her body; this arrow was blindingly fast, almost as quick as a bullet.
An arrow whooshed past, suddenly shooting right over her head, and with a squelch, pierced through from the other side.
A flurry of footsteps echoed outside the tent. Through the dim tent light, it was clear that more than a dozen people stood outside.
Each and every one of them gripped a long blade, surrounding the tent on all sides, leaving no gaps.
Qin Feng grinned at Lin Xia and said, "See? Isn't this fun?"
Before his words even fell, over a dozen long blades slashed down, instantly stabbing through the tent until it looked like Swiss cheese.
Lin Xia threw herself into Qin Feng's arms, thinking miserably that she was doomed—those sharp blades were about to ruin her face for sure.
But who could've guessed—a layer of True Qi enveloped both her and Qin Feng.
