"Your people?"
"You came all this way, and you still think you'll see your people?"
"Dream on. Kill him!!!"
Li Yun had no desire to argue with the Zhang Family Head, and the Zhang Family Head had no desire to argue with Li Yun. He knew better than anyone that right and wrong had long since ceased to matter.
All that remained was a fight to the death!!
So he wasted no time.
With a furious roar, he ordered Li Yun killed on the spot.
At the Zhang Family Head's command, the dozens of men waiting with bows drawn on the surrounding rooftops released their bowstrings without a word.
In an instant, arrows hissed through the air...
Sharp arrows shot toward Li Yun from every angle at once.
The archers swiftly drew second arrows, ready to fire again.
"Heh—"
Li Yun had to admit that the Zhang Family Head was ruthless. He had prepared thoroughly for his revenge. This opening volley alone was deadly: every bow and arrow had been specially made to target powerful Martial Artists.
With dozens of bows trained on him at once, even a Xiantian Martial Artist would struggle to cope.
But was Li Yun an ordinary Xiantian Martial Artist?
Li Yun gave a cold laugh. His figure blurred into a string of phantom afterimages, his footwork and speed so dazzling that he slipped through the gaps between the incoming arrows.
Not one arrow struck him.
At the same time.
He swept his left hand up, drawing a mighty current of air like a hidden dragon rising from the depths. It caught the dozens of arrows that had missed and held them in midair. With a wave, he reversed their course and sent them hurtling back.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The arrows flew even faster than before,