[A thunderous roar echoed in his ears, lingering for a long time, as if it sought to shake the very heavens and earth.]
[The golden light fell, and the "King of the Grasslands," a leader of an era, was pinned to the ground by a golden arrow of light, unable to move. Blood gushed forth like a spring, quickly staining the surrounding grass a shocking red.]
[The "King of the Grasslands" endured the intense pain, his gaze piercing through the thick fog to glimpse the towering walls thirty li away, though he could only vaguely catch a blurry outline.]
[The king's personal guard reached out to pull out the "golden arrow of light," and as he touched it, a puff of black smoke rose from his palm. He withdrew his hand in pain, and saw that it was already showing the eerie white bone of his palm clasping the arrow.]
["Such domineering power... This arrow is actually condensed from the divine intent and the Gang Qi of military generals?!" the guard murmured in shock.]
