Even so, after blocking those eagle feathers, dozens of fierce bursts of force remained. Some struck the Firewyrm Scale Armor to no effect, some were evaded by Lu Xiaotian, and some he shattered outright with his fists. Yet the remaining Fire Thunder Heavy Arrows—especially the four fired by the late-stage flying riders led by Wu Hong—were even more terrifying in their might.
Even the white-browed old man and the others within the crevice could feel the shocking power of those four Fire Thunder Heavy Arrows. They could not help but worry for Lu Xiaotian again. The crisis was far from over. The flying riders still held an overwhelming numerical advantage.
What gave them a small measure of reassurance was that they still could not detect the slightest trace of panic on Lu Xiaotian's face.
Lu Xiaotian stretched out a hand and recalled the Earthsplitter Saber to his grasp. Facing the four Fire Thunder Heavy Arrows that had arrived within a hair's breadth, he slashed twice at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow. Even the flying riders only saw golden flashes streak past; they could not even make out the saber's shadow before two metallic clangs rang out.
Two of the fearsome Fire Thunder Heavy Arrows were cleaved from the air by the golden saber in Lu Xiaotian's hand. Yet there had been four incoming arrows. No matter how swift a Foundation Establishment cultivator's reactions were, it was absolutely impossible to swing four times in such a brief instant. However, the piercing sound of collision rang out only three times, and they heard no pained grunt from the silver-haired young man.
When they came back to their senses, they found Lu Xiaotian grasping at his forehead with one hand as he swiftly retreated. In that seemingly ordinary