Energy arrows contained a wisp of Ling Tian's Mental Power, allowing him to alter their trajectories. But the Three Consecutive Arrow Strikes were simply too fast. Even after giving it everything he had, he could only shift their paths slightly. Fortunately, they hit their target as intended, and he let out a long breath of relief.
Looking at the several-zhang-deep crater on the arena, countless people gaped in astonishment. The arena had been forged from a strange, exceptionally sturdy ore. Even experts at the Nine Heavens Profound Immortal level would struggle to leave a mark on it, yet Ling Tian, a cultivator at the Profound Immortal level, had blasted out a crater that enormous. How could anyone not be shocked?
"Tsk, tsk, that attack was far too powerful. I'm afraid even a full-powered strike from a mid-stage Immortal of the Firmament couldn't match it." Golden Eagle sighed, then looked at Ling Tian. "That brat deliberately aimed at an empty spot. Otherwise, even with an artifact protecting him, he'd probably have been shaken into a serious injury."
Golden Eagle was a Near-God, one of the few people who could stand against Kong Zhao, Mo Fei, and the others. His eye was keen, so he knew that Ling Tian's attack hadn't been aimed at a cultivator. He rather admired the young man's character.
"Brother Golden Eagle, my grandson practices a Buddhist Cultivation Method, just like you. What do you think? Not bad, right?" Mo Fei wore a smug grin and pointed at the Buddha Corpse. "Your disciple is famous for his defenses, but I doubt even he could withstand that strike from Tian'er."
"That's right. The Buddha Corpse couldn't withstand it." Golden Eagle nodded, readily admitting as much.
"No one can match Ling Tian in ranged attacks," Kong Yuan remarked. Suddenly, his