An invisible wall stood before them like a transparent fortress, sheltering
No matter how the martial arts techniques bombarded them in a continuous barrage, rumbling and exploding, they were all blocked outside the fortress, unable to penetrate even slightly.
"Could this be... a barrier technique?"
Murong Xinyu was greatly astonished. Although she was naturally unable to cultivate martial arts, she was still the young miss of
Yet she could never have imagined that this young boy, many years her junior, would be a Spirit World Master who also possessed such formidable cultivation.
At such a young age with such power, there was not a single person like him even in White Tiger Villa. This made Murong Xinyu look at Chu Feng in a completely new light, secretly thinking, "Could it be that beyond the White Tiger Mountain Range, there truly are countless experts and legions of geniuses?"
"Damn it! What kind of bizarre technique did this kid use? We can't even hit him!" Faced with this situation, the men in black were also at their wits' end.
"Impossible... Could he really be a Spirit World Master? A Spirit World Master at this age — who on earth is he?" Even the leader of the men in black furrowed his brows, feeling that Chu Feng was far too troublesome to deal with.
"What? Had your fill of hitting? Then it's my turn!"
Chu Feng swept his great sleeve, and the barrier began to rapidly contract, shrinking from a fortress the size of a house into a tiny space just large enough to hold only Chu Feng and Murong Xinyu.
And just then, Chu Feng stepped out from the barrier with a single stride. His left hand clenched into a fist, and a golden longbow materialized before him. His right hand drew back, and a golden arrow took shape.
Then Chu Feng unleashed a rapid volley. The whistling of arrows cutting through the air filled the sky as a golden rain of arrows flew in every direction — every single arrow drew blood, never missing its mark.
Under this barrage, the hundred-plus men in black were quickly killed or wounded in droves. Almost no one could dodge Chu Feng's arrows, for they seemed to possess a mystical power — there was nowhere to hide and no way to defend against them.
"Retreat! Now!"
Looking around at his subordinates, their bodies pierced through and lying in pools of blood, the leader of the men in black panicked. With a furious roar, he turned and fled first.
"Hmph. Think you can run?"
Chu Feng let out a cold snort, took aim at the leader of the men in black, and fired a single arrow. A flash of golden light shot forth — nothing in its path could withstand it. Several towering trees were pierced clean through before the arrow finally blew apart the leader's skull. Only then did it dissipate.
This was the ultimate secret of the Hundred Changes Bow — every arrow struck true, and each one claimed a life. Unless one's strength surpassed Chu Feng's, no one could escape the pursuit of this bow.
In the blink of an eye, not a single one of the hundred-plus men in black survived — all fell to Chu Feng's Hundred Changes Bow. Either their chests were pierced through or their heads were blown apart. Each died from a single arrow, killed swiftly and cleanly.
"This..."
Gazing at the bloody scene before her, Murong Xinyu's delicate brows knit tightly together. This was not the first time she had witnessed such a horrific sight — but when this gruesome spectacle was caused by a young boy several years her junior, the shock in her heart was beyond words.
This was not merely a matter of cultivation — it was also a matter of mentality. If it had been an adult, it might have been understandable. But for a young boy to be so decisive in killing and utterly without mercy — that was exceedingly rare. If Chu Feng hadn't been protecting her, she would truly have wondered whether he was some cold-blooded monster.