When the gray-robed evil cultivator heard Jiang Fan's reply, he grinned instead of getting angry.
"Interesting. Very interesting!"
"A mere true-realm apex cultivator dares run his mouth before me!"
He waved a hand lightly, and the black aura around him abruptly condensed into dozens of ink-black arrows, each wreathed in bizarre runes.
"Let's see how long you can keep talking tough!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The black arrows fired together, raining down in a torrential barrage toward Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes.
The seven Great Daos within him surged into motion.
Hum!
Pale golden power spread over his entire body.
He raised a hand and pressed his palm forward.
Boom!
A ring of golden ripples spread out before his palm.
The ripples looked unremarkable, yet carried an indescribable might.
Before the evil cultivator's black arrows could come within thirty feet of Jiang Fan, the ripples swept lightly over them.
Bang!
They instantly shattered inch by inch, dissolving into wisps of black smoke.
"What?"
The gray-robed evil cultivator's eyelids twitched sharply, surprise crossing his face.
"You actually blocked them?"
He knew exactly how powerful his Black Fiend Arrows were.
No one below the Dao Realm could possibly withstand them so effortlessly.
Yet this young man wearing the robes of a fourth-tier sect had not only blocked them, but had not even retreated half a step.
"You've got some tricks!"
"No wonder you're so arrogant!"
The interest in the gray-robed evil cultivator's eyes deepened.
He stepped forward, instantly crossing dozens of yards.
His fingers curled into claws, thick, ink-black demonic qi swirling around them as he reached for Jiang Fan's throat.
The claw strike was simple and brutal, yet contained the full power of a Dao Realm cultivator.
Demonic qi compressed into a pitch-black blade of light along his claw tips.