Seeing that Shen Yinning showed no intention of lowering her bow, Luo Wanzhao urged, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and seize her! Teach her some proper manners! What are you afraid of? She's just a weak woman—how could she possibly handle a bow and arrow?!"
The mamas hesitated no more and rushed forward.
A murderous glint flashed across Shen Yinning's face. Without hesitation, she nocked an arrow to her bow.
The arrowhead gleamed coldly, whistling as it shot toward the leading mama!
With a dull thud, the arrow pierced straight into her heart!
The old mama froze in place, then wavered unsteadily before collapsing with a heavy thud.
Shen Yinning did not spare the other mamas.
One arrow for each of them, shot through with precision.
Inside the cold, opulent Zhaoyue Tower, a somber aura of death began to spread. Blood trickled along the cracks in the floor, soaking the fallen drapes and staining Luo Wanzhao's embroidered shoes.
