The Sky Swallowing Ancestor, who was doing his utmost to suppress Chi Ming, had his expression completely darken.
Locked onto by Wen Xia, who held the Nine Lives Bow, he felt as though thorns were pressing against his back. His spiritual perception throbbed madly, a sign of extreme danger.
"Wen Xia, I never expected your Shangqing Sect to truly go this far," the Sky Swallowing Ancestor roared darkly.
At this moment, he could not free up his hands at all. His opponent was, after all, an old demon of the Nascent Soul Realm, whose strength was absolutely no weaker than his current self. Barely maintaining the suppression was already his limit.
If he became distracted, he would surely suffer a devastating blow.
"Sky Swallowing old ghost, if you must blame someone, blame yourself for entering the Nascent Soul Realm. My Shangqing Sect has no desire to live beneath your shadow for the next several hundred years."
"Go in peace."
The old woman's voice was terrifyingly cold, utterly devoid of even the slightest emotional fluctuation.
As the words fell, she casually released the bowstring.
Clang!
The bowstring trembled lightly, giving off a crisp sound.
The Spirit Light Arrow left the string once more, even faster than the previous arrow. It was so swift that no one could possibly react in time!
The Nine Lives Bow was an ancient treasure of formidable power, a relic passed down from an age long past.
The Dao rhythm of this bow was naturally formed, its spiritual patterns restrained within. Though it looked like an ordinary long wooden bow, it had been refined from Thousand-Year Spirit Wood, and every arrow it fired possessed immensely terrifying power.
Its name, Nine Lives, meant that even nine lives would not be enough to survive its arrows.
Of course, that