"It's truly ridiculous. We've been enslaved by an outsider for more than fifty years."
Xu Juan's expression showed a hint of self-mockery, her hatred for the Saint reaching its peak.
Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!
Suddenly, in the air, there appeared a series of cold flashes as throat-piercing arrows shot out from the stone walls. At the tip of each arrow was a silver hanging hook, glimmering with purple light.
"Quick, run!!"
Chu Ming shouted to Xu Juan and Liu Xuan. The Star Trace Sword instantly unsheathed from his Storage Ring. He leaped backward, forming a circular Sword Curtain in front of him, with flowing light reversing around it.
Bang, bang, bang...
The throat-piercing arrows struck the Sword Curtain, causing ripples to spread. Each ripple expanded continuously, with each arrow's impact equivalent to a full-strength strike from a Guiyuan Realm Fifth Layer martial artist. Such a dense attack was difficult for even Chu Ming to withstand.
Whizz!
