The Fall of Lian Fu

The pitch-black arrow, launched from the cabin of the giant ship, slit through the air. A dark wind rumbled like thunder booming in the sky.

This speed was too fast, leaving no time for Lian Fu to react. 

His white strands of hair rustled in the fierce storm. In a split second, the pitch black arrow had already arrived before his face.

Ji Chengyu's heart trembled. He felt a domineering aura pressing down on his body, as if he was being crushed by a gigantic mountain. The arrow gave him an awful sensation of unsettlement, prompting him to twist his head towards the ship's cabin furiously. 

"When did this sovereign ask for your help?" Ji Chengyu roared in wrath. 

However, the only reply he got was silence.

Lian Fu shouted with a hoarse voice and planted the Black Firmament Sword before his chest, hoping to resist this nearly inescapable strike. 

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