"This is bad! This arrow..."
The arrow shot back.
Long Xingkong's face fell.
He sensed the terrifying killing power contained within the arrow. Instinctively, he wanted to dodge.
But he couldn't.
He couldn't dodge, so he had to strike it down.
SHHNK!
But, before he could even react, before he could even move a hand, the arrow pierced his throat.
'No, isn't he just at the Second or Third Layer of the Innate Realm? How is this possible?'
Even in death, Long Xingkong could never have imagined it.
That this young man before him, whose aura seemed weak—weaker than his own, even—could possess such terrifying strength.
He was filled with regret.
But it was too late.
In truth, he was simply unlucky.
Ever since Yang Xiao discovered that cultivating slowly, step-by-step, to the Orange Flame Peak was somewhat beneficial to his Spiritual Power,
he had abstained from taking any Spirit Medicine.
As a result, the aura within his body had remained weak.
