"Ow, ow, ow! It's true what they say about being cautious on the battlefield. Luckily, I noticed just before the arrow hit me—otherwise, I would've been in serious trouble." Fa Zheng looked at the arrow that had pierced under his scapula. "If I hadn't deflected it at the last second with my spiritual capacity, it would've skewered my heart. Catch that guy for me—alive!"
Seeing Fa Zheng still lively and energetic, despite the arrow piercing under his shoulder, and hardly losing any blood, seasoned veteran Gan Mo immediately recognized it as no more than a superficial wound.
Soon, Fa Zheng—with an arrow still embedded in his shoulder—reconnected with Gan Ning, who casually dragged Li Tong and tossed him in front of Fa Zheng. Truth be told, Li Tong had a decent level of skill, but with cloud qi collapsing on both sides after the crushing defeat, Gan Ning had easily toppled him off his horse in just a single blow.
