The more he hesitated, the more he dared not shoot. Clo made up his mind, took a deep breath, and let go of his hand.

The arrow flew through the air, still aiming at Jiang Zhiyu's heart.

This arrow touched the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

"Oh, the ground is a bit slippery."

Seeing that the arrow was about to penetrate Jiang Zhiyu's body, Clo's eyes flashed with excitement, but he saw Jiang Zhiyu with a harmless smile on his face, and his body leaned back as if he was slipping.

The arrow pierced the apple above her head steadily and accurately, and rolled down with the apple.

The hall was silent.

Cloe and Kit's eyes widened with rage, but Jiang Zhiyu happened to pick up an apple from the ground and held it before them: "It's really as he said before, a perfect shot!"

"Your archery skills are indeed excellent, but it's a pity that I'm afraid I don't have such good skills."

Her devilish whispers sounded to the father and son like the countdown to Clo's death.

Cloe almost screamed, his pale face staring at Kit, his lips moving slightly.

"Your Majesty, this is just for fun. After all, Cloe has hit all three arrows, so it's considered a success. Why don't we just call it a day?"

Clo nodded hurriedly beside him.

Anyone with eyes could see that the arrows that Cloe had just shot were aimed at Jiang Zhiyu's life.

Now that the offensive and defensive momentum has reversed, anyone can guess what Clo will face next.

After all, they were his own people, and the Southern Gu King did not want to see Cloe end up like that. He said, "That's right. We're all here to liven things up, so let's stop here..."

"That's not a good idea." Before the Southern Gu King could finish, Jiang Wenjing interrupted, "Although it was just to liven things up at the beginning, after all the life and death agreements were signed, it's not an exaggeration to call it a competition."

"Since it's a competition, of course there has to be a winner."

"Why do you have to do this!" Kit looked at Jiang Wenjing angrily. "This banquet was originally held by us, Nan Gu, to celebrate the sacrifice. You were not allowed to enter in the first place. The king was considerate and allowed you to watch the ceremony together. Don't be ungrateful!"

"It's not appropriate to see blood at this banquet."

Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Wenjing couldn't help laughing out loud.

"The invitation was sent by your Nan Gu King, the competition was proposed by you personally, and he insisted on signing the life and death agreement. You all know exactly where those arrows were aimed. Now, are we being ungrateful?"

"I didn't hear you remind your son just now that blood shouldn't be seen at this banquet."

"It's really the 1982 Longjing green tea."

"Hurry up and stand over there. Don't waste time. There's still another one."

Everyone: “…”

Although I didn't understand the latter part, it's not difficult to understand that it's a curse word.

Kit's face flushed red, and the Southern Gu King's expression darkened.

"Then let's continue," said the Southern Gu King after a long time.

He sat back on the throne and said condescendingly, "There's a saying that's true: it's inappropriate to shed blood at a banquet."

This is a clear warning.

With these words, Cloe's body stopped shaking and he felt a little relieved.

The king has spoken, no matter how arrogant these two are, they will have to be cautious.

He took the apple, walked to the position where Jiang Zhiyu had been, and got into position.

Kit also relaxed a little. He walked to Jiang Zhiyu and lowered his voice: "Don't forget, your mother is still in my hands."

In response to him, Jiang Zhiyu shot an arrow through the air.

Before anyone could react, the arrow had already nailed the apple in Clo's right hand firmly to the wall!

Compared to the arrow shot by Clo that just now carried the apple rolling down, it was easy to tell which one had greater power.

Cloe turned his head to look at the arrow on the wall, and his head buzzed.

Turning around, his eyes were fixed on the arrow raised by Jiang Zhiyu. His body began to tremble uncontrollably and cold sweat appeared on his temples. It was obvious that he was extremely scared.

The arrow flew through the air and hit the apple in his left hand steadily.

Clo's legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

The light-colored clothing he was wearing was now soaked.

He is actually incontinent!

Everyone looked at him with contempt and disgust.

Just now, the Apocalypse Envoy faced all this without changing his expression or blinking.

Not like this guy at all.

The king has already hinted that he has saved his life, yet he still behaves in such a shameful way!

Two consecutive arrows were shot at apples. Kit felt that the warning had worked. The best thing Jiang Zhiyu could do was to scare people.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but relax his vigilance, looking at Cloe who was lying limp on the ground with a look of disgust.

I shouldn't have chosen him if I had known. He just brought shame upon myself!

Only Clo, who was lying limp on the ground, knew that Jiang Zhiyu really wanted to live!

"Why are you lying down? Hurry up and get up. We still have one last arrow."

Jiang Zhiyu pulled the bowstring neatly, his movements much faster than at the beginning.

Clo no longer had the strength to stand up. King Nan Gu gave him a look of disgust, and the two servants around him came forward and lifted him up.

Clo hung his head like a condemned man about to be executed.

Even an apple can't fit on it.

After being urged by Kit, he put it up.

Jiang Zhiyu raised his bow and aimed at the top of his head.

But she didn't let go, instead she began to look at it with interest.

It seemed that Clo was so nervous that he was breathing in more than out and had difficulty breathing.

Jiang Zhiyu then let go.

As soon as the arrow was shot, Kit, who was standing next to her, realized something was wrong.

His eyes widened in horror, and at the same time, exclamations were heard from all around.

The arrow pierced Clo's heart and nailed him to the wall!

"No!"

Kit roared and rushed forward.

The faces of the people around were filled with disbelief.

Jiang Zhiyu tilted his head slightly, his face showing innocent cruelty: "Oops, my hand slipped."

Time seemed to stop for a moment. After a brief silence, there was an uproar all around.

Those who accused, scolded, and even wanted to step forward were all blocked by Jiang Wenjing's sword that flashed with a cold light.

The King of Nan Gu had already stood up from his throne and shouted angrily, "How arrogant! Killing people in public in my Nan Gu territory! Come! Capture him!"

"Why are you all so excited? The death warrant is written in black and white. Do you want me to read it to you?"

Everyone was startled, and then there was a tearing sound. Kit, with an angry face, waved his hand and said, "What life and death agreement? I never signed it!"

“That’s right, I’ve never signed it!”

Voices echoed as guards holding knives approached.

Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Wenjing did not look nervous at all.

"Since you say so, then..."

Jiang Zhiyu blew a whistle, and suddenly a loud bang was heard not far away!

Like an earthquake.

"What's going on?"

"What's that noise? What did they do?!"