Although An Jiu felt that Elder Zhi’s retirement had nothing to do with her, she had no choice but to draw the Subduing Dragon Bow.

Facing such a powerful arrow imbued with inner force, even those with deep inner strength like Chu Dingjiang and Feng Shi might not be able to withstand it. An Jiu certainly didn’t have that confidence, but she had one advantage—no matter how perilous the situation, she always maintained a clear mind.

In a brief moment, countless thoughts flashed through her mind, such as Wei Yuzhi’s powerful and mysterious spiritual force, and Sheng Changying’s comment about her spiritual force excelling in concentrated attacks.

If her spiritual force’s destructive power wasn’t weaker than Wei Yuzhi’s, then this might not be a hopeless situation.

An Jiu slightly pursed her lips, her gaze as dark as the night before dawn. The Subduing Dragon Bow curved like a crescent moon, killing intent surging and rolling, as if to obscure the rising sun on the horizon.

If An Jiu had noticed the current state of the Subduing Dragon Bow, she would have been shocked. The originally jet-black bow that could only be drawn to a third of its capacity was now nearly fully drawn, with a faint golden-red glow all over.

Tearing pain spread through An Jiu’s entire arm.

Between the bowstring, killing intent formed a vague arrow shape. In that small arrowhead, countless roaring dragons seemed to be trapped. However, from the outside, this arrow appeared no different; to onlookers, An Jiu had merely drawn an empty bow.

Elder Zhi knew An Jiu had no inner force, so he secretly dissipated two-thirds of the inner force on his arrow. However, his attitude towards this shot was extremely serious. He knew this was both a beginning and an end. At this crucial moment, he had grasped the essence of the startling arrow technique, but his mindset had already developed a crack. In the future, it would continue to decline, and his pursuit of archery would become a form without substance, making it difficult to reach new heights.

A clear, resounding phoenix cry seemed to come from the ninth heaven, cleaving through all darkness and obstacles.

Simultaneously, An Jiu’s fingers suddenly released. Countless roaring and howling sounds intertwined, like several giant dragons entangled together, breaking free from the Subduing Dragon Bow. They seemed to have been trapped for millions of years, carrying endless anger, bloodlust, and exhilaration as they rushed toward their target.

Everyone on the other side felt this terrifying force coming straight at them.

Elder Zhi froze.

It wasn’t that he was overwhelmed by this force, but because he realized this was the spiritual force arrow technique he had developed! This pure spiritual force technique had always been useless in his hands, and he never imagined that in his lifetime, he would see such a magnificent arrow!

The two arrows collided in mid-air.

Roaring dragons split the phoenix cry in two, maintaining an unstoppable speed and momentum.

At the moment Elder Zhi was stunned, the Subduing Dragon Arrow was already upon him.

He saw the greatest fear of his life.

Several giant dragons opened their mouths, roaring ferociously, about to devour him in the next moment.

His mind went blank, with only the dragon tails stirring violently in his sea of consciousness, as if determined to shred his awareness to pieces.

The Crown Prince, not far away, first froze at this sight, then immediately felt the great terror that Elder Zhi had experienced.

After passing through Elder Zhi, the concentrated spiritual force of that arrow had dispersed. The entangled dragons finally broke free, scattering in all directions.

Although this scattered spiritual force didn’t have strong destructive power, it was enough to make martial artists below the seventh level feel as if struck by lightning in their minds.

The Crown Prince swayed, about to fall.

He Cai swiftly stepped forward to support him, and then with a flash of cold light, her sword swept across his neck.