"I already knew the power of these golden arrows, but they're even more formidable than I expected."
"I wonder if they can help my ancestor break free." As he spoke, Chu Feng drew another golden arrow from his Cosmos Bag, nocked it, and aimed it at the four clan leaders locked in battle with Baili Xuankong — all second-grade Martial Emperors.
"Huh? Chu Feng isn't running — he's pointing an arrow at the four clan leaders? Does he plan to shoot them dead? They're third-grade Martial Emperors!" The crowd was stunned once more.
"Second-grade Martial Emperor — die!" Chu Feng bellowed, then released the golden arrow.
Boom— The golden arrow sliced through the air like a straight golden dragon, carrying a piercing force that could penetrate anything, and flew straight toward one of the second-grade Martial Emperors.
That was right — Chu Feng had never intended to kill the four clan leaders. No matter what, they were third-grade Martial Emperors. No matter how powerful the golden arrow was, it couldn't kill them. Chu Feng had enough self-awareness for that, so even as an experiment, he could only target a second-grade Martial Emperor.
"Haah!!!"
Seeing the golden arrow bearing down on him, the second-grade Martial Emperor was terrified. He knew there was no dodging this arrow. Thinking fast, he simultaneously harnessed the power of his half-complete Emperor Armament and unleashed a Earth-restriction martial technique to block it.
Boom boom boom— The golden arrow collided with the martial technique, erupting into a dazzling golden light that radiated in all directions.
When the golden light faded, the second-grade Martial Emperor was drenched in blood, covered in shocking wounds from head to toe. But in the end… they were only superficial injuries.
He had survived. The golden arrow could wound him, but it couldn't kill him.
"He's not dead? The golden arrow was blocked?" The crowd gasped in astonishment.
"So it really can only kill first-grade Martial Emperors?" Chu Feng had come to the same realization. The golden arrow was powerful, but unless he caught someone off guard with a sneak attack, it couldn't kill a second-grade Martial Emperor head-on. It could only kill first-grade ones.
"Whitebrow, what are you waiting for? He can't kill a second-grade Martial Emperor — why haven't you moved yet?" the Nangong clan leader roared.
"I'm ashamed, young friend Chu Feng — we meet again."
As the Nangong clan leader's words fell, a figure exploded out of the ground and hurtled toward Chu Feng and Hong Qiang.
The figure was none other than Immortal Whitebrow.
At the same time, two more second-grade Martial Emperors broke off from the battle where Baili Xuankong was engaged, flying toward Chu Feng. Among them was the very same second-grade Martial Emperor who had been wounded by Chu Feng's arrow earlier.
This man radiated a murderous aura. He had come under orders to kill Chu Feng, but Chu Feng could tell that his primary motivation was revenge — vengeance for that arrow.
"A second-grade Martial Emperor."
Chu Feng drew the golden arrow and fired another shot at the nearest target below — Immortal Whitebrow.
"Ha ha ha ha ha…" Immortal Whitebrow burst into laughter. One after another, barrier after defensive barrier materialized before him — all Dragon-level Spirit formation defenses.
The golden arrow pierced through every single barrier, but by the time it reached Immortal Whitebrow, it had completely exhausted its power. Whitebrow caught it casually in one hand.
"Fine arrow, but alas, it cannot wound me." Clutching the golden arrow, Whitebrow watched it lose its power and dissolve into motes of golden light that vanished from his palm. A smug grin spread across his face.
"Chu Feng, I know you're extraordinarily gifted, and I know your talent is remarkable. Honestly, killing you now almost makes me reluctant. But unfortunately, today I must—hmm?"
Immortal Whitebrow hadn't finished speaking when his pupils suddenly contracted. He stared in disbelief as Chu Feng pulled a purple fire arrow from his Cosmos Bag and already had it nocked and aimed directly at him.
Most critically, as a Dragon-level Royal-clothed Spirit World Master, he could clearly sense that the power contained within that purple fire arrow far surpassed that of the golden arrow.
"Immortal Whitebrow, farewell." Chu Feng offered a faint smile, then shouted, "Second-grade Martial Emperor — die!"
Boom boom boom— Another deafening explosion rang out — even more piercing than the golden arrow's. Beneath that roar, the purple fire arrow transformed into a straight beam of fire and streaked toward Immortal Whitebrow.