However, at this moment, a table in the bedroom flew towards Ning Beichen, who immediately punched it.
With a bang!
The table shattered into pieces. Ning Beichen then saw a man inside the bedroom muttering incantations at him, his fingers continuously gesturing.
"Yo, you've got some nerve, trying to play tricks in front of me."
Just as Ning Beichen was about to shoot an arrow at the fellow, Li Haitang suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him forcefully aside.
"Be careful! He's using curse nails on you."
Li Haitang finally had time to explain to Ning Beichen.
Ning Beichen didn't know what these things were, but the name suggested something evil. He then brandished his compound bow towards the bedroom door.
With a swish!
The arrow left the compound bow and flew towards Alva in the bedroom as if it had eyes.
Alva didn't expect Ning Beichen's arrow to attack him and quickly extended his withered, twig-like claws to grab the arrow.
However, Ning Beichen's arrow was not aimed at him, but at Tara behind him.
Ning Beichen's hatred for Tara was far greater than for Alva.
He didn't even know who Alva was, but he had a deep, unforgettable memory of Tara and harbored extreme hatred for her. Naturally, he wanted to kill her first.
Tara also didn't expect the arrow to curve and shoot towards her. By the time she and Alva realized Ning Beichen's intention, it was already too late.
The arrow pierced Tara's heart, and the resulting explosion instantly pulverized it, making it impossible for Alva to save her.
Tara fell to the ground, her eyes wide with an unwillingness to accept death. No matter how powerful a sorcerer was, unless they were immortal, losing their heart meant certain death.
What made her even more resentful was that she had finally managed to survive, waited for her senior brother, but died before she could properly enjoy this beautiful world.
"Tara!"
Alva, seeing Tara dead, was beside himself with rage. His eyes turned red as he glared towards the doorway.
But Ning Beichen's response was a second arrow. Only a fool would waste words with the enemy.
If Alva was so heartbroken and frenzied over the death of one junior sister, wouldn't the people killed in this building also have loved ones who grieved?
The arrow whizzed towards Alva. It was visible that a white, tempest-like aura was entwined around the arrow, making this ordinary arrow even more potent.
However, the enraged Alva actually used his hand to grab Ning Beichen's arrow.
Perhaps he didn't understand the capabilities of Ning Yanwang, or perhaps he was relying on his identity as a sorcerer and didn't take Ning Beichen seriously.
With a *thud*.
The arrow pierced his palm, narrowly missing his skull.
If he hadn't blocked it with his hand, causing the arrow to change trajectory, he would have been beheaded by Ning Beichen. This incident also completely sobered up the furious Alva.
Seeing his claw-like hands bloody and mangled, he knew that the man outside had formidable archery skills and dared not show himself. He released black mist from the bedroom, covering the interior and obscuring the view for those outside.
Ning Beichen hid by the bedroom door and peeked inside, finding it entirely filled with black mist. This reminded him of the Blood Fiend Skeleton Tara had summoned earlier, and he shivered, relaying the situation inside to Li Haitang.
"That's mist. I'll clear it."
Li Haitang walked out, opened her mouth, and blew towards the bedroom. The mist inside vanished completely.
Ning Beichen stared at her, dumbfounded. Fortunately, Li Haitang was on his side, otherwise, Ning Beichen would have wanted to stab her in the back.
It wasn't that he disliked her, but rather the sorcerers' abilities were too strange and terrifying.
"Who are you?"
Alva, inside the bedroom, saw an Oriental woman effortlessly dispel his mist, making him ask in disbelief.
"A mere Western heretical sorcerer, daring to act presumptuously in our ancient Eastern land!"
Li Haitang spoke to Alva with a look of disdain.
This wasn't Li Haitang being arrogant. The ancient Eastern land had existed for thousands of years, while their history was much shorter. How dare they compare themselves to her, a genuine Miao sorceress?
"Arrogant! Our Western sorcerers are the true orthodox."
Alva said indignantly.
"Orthodox or not is not for you to decide. Your Western sorcerers are merely picking up our scraps, and you dare to bare your fangs at the master, how laughable!"
Li Haitang said mockingly.
"You abominable woman, you're infuriating! I challenge you to a sorcery duel."
Alva roared angrily at Li Haitang.
"Haitang, why waste words with him? Let me take him down with an arrow."
Ning Beichen stood beside Haitang, his compound bow locked onto Alva. If he released the string, even if Alva could fly, he wouldn't escape Ning Beichen's arrow.
"I fear you won't be convinced. You woman, you don't dare to duel me in sorcery."
Alva, targeted by Ning Beichen's bow and arrow, felt a pang of panic and hastily called out.
"Haitang, don't listen to his nonsense. Why bother with rules when dealing with someone like him?"
Ning Beichen's bowstring was fully drawn, a killing aura permeating the surroundings.
"No, Ning Beichen, don't act yet. This is a duel between sorcerers."
Li Haitang said to Ning Beichen.
Ning Beichen couldn't help but frown, finding Li Haitang somewhat rigid. Just as he was about to persuade her, Li Haitang turned to him, her eyes filled with determination.
"Alright, but I'll be watching him."
Ning Beichen knew Li Haitang's personality and had no choice but to lower his compound bow and compromise.
However, Ning Beichen wouldn't leave easily. He would keep a close eye on Alva. If Alva tried any tricks, or if Li Haitang was outmatched, Ning Beichen would kill him instantly.
He wouldn't adhere to Li Haitang's sorcerer's rules.
If they wanted to talk rules, they could start by resurrecting everyone in this building, and then Ning Beichen would sit down and discuss the millennia of history of the ancient East with them.
Otherwise, this sorcerer was dead today. Even if Jesus came, he couldn't save his wretched life, as Ning Yanwang said.
"Good, I accept your challenge to a sorcery duel, a fight to the death. I will show you what a true sorcerer is."
Li Haitang said to him haughtily.