Hiss!
A silver crossbow bolt took aim at Wei He from behind and shot toward him at high speed.
Clang.
Wei He caught the bolt in one hand and flicked it backhandedly.
Powerful force surged into it, combining with the force of his throw as it sped back along its original path.
A scream rang out in the distance. A crossbowman had his head blown apart on the spot.
But that was only the beginning. Crossbowmen all around began firing bolt after bolt.
Yet before long, every single bolt missed.
Wei He moved like a ghost, crossing more than ten meters in the blink of an eye and appearing directly before the crossbowmen.
"Stop him!" Several Red Robe Enshrinements leaped up, their force erupting as they revealed themselves to be Martial Master-level experts.
Bang, bang, bang!!
Three dull impacts rang out as the three Martial Master Enshrinements struck Wei He at once, yet they could not even break through his protective force.
Wei He gave a casual shake. The three Martial Masters' expressions changed drastically as they flew backward, fine red marks appearing simultaneously on their hands.
The marks resembled blood vessels and veins, densely packed across their palms.
"The Incense Gathering Cult, the Hong family's own experts—what else?" Wei He swept his gaze around, his expression calm.
"And us! Get him! His force is running low—don't let him recover his breath!!"
Two women in white Daoist robes charged at Wei He like lightning, longswords in hand.
They moved with astonishing speed, the blades in their hands trembling constantly as they carried a certain kind of force.
They were two Daoists from the White Jade Crown, one named Bai Guan and the other Chi Guan. Both were at least accomplished Martial Masters capable of activating special effects.
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