In no time, the group arrived at the entrance to Guanhe Town. In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, they would be far away from Guanhe Town.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At that moment, the sound of arrows splitting the air rang out. Dozens of white-feathered arrows shot out from the dense forest without warning, flying toward the group.
Zhang Yuanshan's eyes narrowed, and his refined, scholarly air vanished completely as he shouted, "Ambush!"
Drawing the sword at his waist, Zhang Yuanshan precisely severed every arrow before him. He stared into the depths of the forest as a figure slowly emerged.
The man was an old fellow in his fifties or sixties, dressed in a dark robe and carrying an indescribable air about him.
"It's 'River-Luo Suppressor' Guan Haoran!"
A passing martial artist cried out in alarm.
"I never thought he would become a lackey of the barbarians, betraying his clan and his country. That old fool must have gone senile!"
Someone recognized the attacker from the arrows.
"He has been in the Innate realm for twenty years and is one of Tianxia's foremost masters. Those people seem doomed."
"I'll deal with the old man," Zhang Yuanshan said. "The armored soldiers and archers lying in ambush are yours."
"Senior Brother Zhang, be careful!"
Jiang Zhiwei gave him a reminder, then said no more. Drawing the shimmering, jade-green White Rainbow Piercing the Sun Sword, she sprang toward the depths of the forest.
The old man did not stop her. He sensed a threat from the man in Eight Trigrams robes standing opposite him, and found it inconceivable. The other party looked under twenty. Could he have entered the Innate realm?
Seeing Wang Jin and Ke Bijun follow Jiang Zhiwei into the forest, Xuantian went in as well, treating