Hum!
The arrow, touching the twisted air, instantly shattered.
Lyman Davenport, expressionless, stood atop the limousine, continuing to gaze in the direction of the nine paths.
"Interesting," muttered Lillian Tompson in a low voice. Clad in a straw raincoat and wearing a black conical hat, she stood next to Julius Reed. "Seems very strong. But why haven't I ever seen this technique before?"
Having lived for over a hundred years and being part of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Lillian Tompson had seen all sorts of strange people and techniques.
But this technique from Lyman Davenport was indeed very odd.
"Path of Weaponry," Julius Reed drew another sharp arrow and placed it on the string.
Nicholas Pendleton, standing beside him, was visibly nervous.
"General Grove, Lyman Davenport is very powerful. If we are no match for him, perhaps we should retreat to Rat Town first," he said, clearly frightened.
If his coup failed and he ended up killed, wouldn't that be a huge loss?
