The bandit leader's breath came rough and heavy as he watched from the treeline shadows. His scarred face stayed cold on the outside, but inside his gut twisted like a knife.
"This brat… he's no ordinary traveler. From the moment he stepped out, and that girl crashed into him, something felt off. Years of my instinct, that brat is really an anomaly, And, now he's tearing through my men like they're made of dry twigs."
He had already given the silent hand signal earlier. The two archers hidden deeper in the dark were pros. The violet internal qi made assassins and marksmen deadly.
That qi sharpened their eyes, steadied their hands, let them feel the wind and heartbeats of prey from fifty meters away. They never missed.
Yet this kid had already slapped their first volley out of the air with nothing but bare hands and some weird wind trick.
Impossible. Violet qi arrows should've punched through a Profound Awakening cultivator's guard. Who the hell is this bastard?
