The green-robed cultivator had a sly look about him and rudely stepped forward. Once he said this, several cultivators from the Green Pond Sect looked over, and Li Xuanfeng slightly furrowed his brow, having no choice but to draw his bow.
Most of these cultivators were disciples of Yuanwu Peak, who had been toying with his group for more than a day or two. Fei Yihe and the others usually complied meekly and now looked nervously at Li Xuanfeng upon hearing his words.
"Bang..."
Li Xuanfeng remained silent, his golden longbow lifted in his hand. With an exhale, he vocalized his intent, and dazzling golden light converged, weaving and entwining to form a golden-white arrow.
His eyes reflected the image of a ragged figure, the longbow in his hand bristling with sharpness. The slave soldier paused midair as if alarmed and turned to look back.
