Chu Shaoyang couldn't help but be angry.
Just when he thought he was going to succeed, he discovered that everything he had was empty, fake, and illusory. How could he not be so angry that he went crazy
"That's right. If I don't take advantage of the situation, how can I find your lair?" Mo Chuan looked at him and said calmly.
Chu Shaoyang's men all looked shocked.
But none of them moved.
Without Chu Shaoyang's order, they would not act rashly.
The most important thing is that rows and rows of gleaming arrows are pointed at them.
The guards brought by Mo Chuan appeared silently on the wall, holding long bows and sharp arrows, and the bows were drawn like the full moon.
Those are not ordinary bows, but ten machine crossbows, designed by Qi Yanyu himself and improved by Shen Ning, so that they can fire ten feather arrows at the same time.
These guards practiced hard, and each of them developed the skills to pierce through the enemy with a hundred steps.
This was not the first time that Chu Shaoyang saw the power of these crossbowmen.
He knew that the Zixiao Pavilion killers he had trained were invincible in their assassination skills, but they were vulnerable to these crossbowmen.
As long as these crossbowmen fire, at least half of his men will be killed or injured.
No one can escape this rain of arrows.
Even he himself couldn't guarantee that he would be able to escape unscathed.
"Chu, Mo, Chuan, you are so cruel!" Chu Shaoyang couldn't help but grind his teeth hard.
But Mo Chuan shook his head and spoke sternly: "Compared with you, I feel inferior. Chu Shaoyang, you tried so hard to get revenge and get your things back. You were in vain. You You actually surrendered to South Vietnam and stained the weapons of foreigners with the blood of our Western Chu soldiers. Are you worthy of your ancestors? You forgot that you are also surnamed Chu!"
His voice was quiet, but his words were righteous, and every word struck Chu Shaoyang in the face like a whip.
Chu Shaoyang felt manic and embarrassed for a while.
This is what he can't stand the most!
Mo Chuan had forcefully uncovered his scars and exposed them in front of others.
This is the ugliest and most unsightly part of him!
"Stop talking nonsense, Chu Mochuan, since you found this place, let's fight to the death!" Chu Shaoyang said through gritted teeth.
Mo Chuan shook his head.
"Chu Shaoyang, I don't want to kill you, I just want to take you somewhere."
Chu Shaoyang sneered: "Stop pretending to be a good person here. You don't want to kill me? I think you want me to die without my body intact!"
Mo Chuan looked at him with compassion in his eyes and shook his head again.
"You judge others by your own heart, so you see others as the same as you. When will you let go of your hatred and stop complaining?"
"Never possible!"
Chu Shaoyang screamed, glaring at Mo Chuan, his eyes full of anger: "You robbed my throne, robbed my woman, and sent me to the prison to kill me, making me feel like a lost dog. Escaped. I had no choice but to seek refuge in South Vietnam. I want to take back everything that was taken away by you! For so many years, Chu Mochuan, you have occupied my things for long enough. You are the winner. I am the one who failed, but who said I would definitely lose to you! It’s too early for you to be proud!”
He suddenly laughed ferociously, opened the silver bow in his hand, and shot an arrow at Mo Chuan without hesitation.
With a whooshing sound, the arrow was like a shooting star.
The two were not far apart, and Chu Shaoyang shot the arrow with anger again, and it was extremely powerful.