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Long Tianyu aimed his iron bow at Zhongli Mei who was in the mountain stream. With a woosh, the iron arrow shot out from its bowstring. The sound of rushing wind could be heard, just by listening to the sound of the wind, one could guess how tyrannical the wind was.

The chuantal apoplexy below was panicking as he blocked the arrow. Zhongli Mei was no exception