Swish, swish, swish!
Countless crossbow arrows shot toward Yang Hongfu.
However, the iron fan in Yang Hongfu's hand seemed to form an impenetrable wall, sealing off his surroundings tightly, leaving no arrow able to harm him.
Seeing they were within ten steps of Qiuming Mountain, Gong Cheng and Master Huang immediately blocked Yang Hongfu's path.
Pan Qiuxiang remained kneeling beside Qiuming Mountain, not even lifting her head.
Qiuming Mountain sneered, not dodging at all, and instead, spoke indifferently: "Yang Hongfu, you truly live up to being the great disciple of Zhang Chonglou. Even in such a situation, you still think you can take me. Haha, but do you dare to touch me?"
As he finished speaking, Qiuming Mountain raised his hand, looking at Yang Hongfu casually: "If you dare to lay a finger on me, everyone here will die."
Yang Hongfu's heart trembled. Just as he was about to seize victory, he heard this and glanced around with his eyes, and his heart suddenly turned cold.
