Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 5778

As the words rang through the air, Veron could not help but roar, "You're all disgusting! Just tell the truth that you want the magical bow, instead of making up these excuses!"

As the final word rang through the air, Veron let go of Bowen's arm. She gripped her long sword, soaring into the air and piercing it in the direction of the army riders' leader.

Veron was known for her short temper, and there was no way she was going to tolerate such slander.

"Tsk tsk…"

The leader let out a chuckle, speaking in a tone full of mockery. "You've got quite the temper for a frail little lady, haven't you? Very well, I'll play along."

As the words rang through the air, the leader drew his dagger before soaring upwards, launching into a fierce battle with Veron.

Clang clang clang…

The leader had been plenty confident at the start. Yet two rounds later he came to realize with a start that the girl before him seemed frail, but was far from weak and her sword skills were quite something.

Quickly enough, Veron found a chance and managed to stab a fresh wound into the leader's body. A rip sounded through the air as the leader let out a groan, blood spraying from the wound as his dagger slipped from his grasp.

Amidst his anguished cries, the leader's gaze grew murderous as he called out to his fellow warriors, "Take them all down at once!"

Swoosh…

At the order, the surrounding army riders soared forwards to get into formation.

Bowen's expression shifted at the sight. It was important to note that the attack formation of the Raksasa tribe was terrifyingly powerful. The Ninth Lady did not know much about it, and she might get injured all too easily.

At the thought, Bowen grew panicked. He moved to retrieve his dagger, only to find nothing there. It was only then that he realized that he had left his dagger hanging in the forbidden grounds.

Amidst his panc, Bowen gripped the Sunset Bow and waved it wildly through the air.

With a few tremors, many of the black armored army riders had their daggers wrenched out of their grasps from the force of the Sunset Bow.

Just then, even more army riders came charging in from afar.

Bowen gritted his teeth at the sight, snatching up Veron's hand. "Let's get out of here, Ninth Lady." As the words rang through the air, they rushed out of tribe grounds.

"Get them!"

"Don't let them escape…"