White Lotus Boy Views People as Ants

The Wolf Fang arrow Li Shimin had fired, imbued with an Emperor's wrath and bolstered by Fortune, silently crumbled to dust three yards before White Lotus Boy.

White Lotus Boy remained expressionless, not even the corner of his mouth twitching. He seemed not to hear Li Shimin's roaring questions and offered no response. It was as if those 140,000 lives steeped in blood and tears, the earth-shaking cries, and the icy arrows were no more than a breeze brushing past stone, incapable of stirring even the slightest ripple in his heart.

White Lotus Boy's gaze was indifferent. Faced with the rain of arrows flying up from below like a swarm of locusts, carrying the utmost fury and killing intent of mortals, he did not even bother to evade or defend himself.

He merely shifted his gaze slightly, settling it upon the armor-piercing Wolf Fang arrow Li Shimin had fired in anger, wrapped in a wisp of pale golden Emperor's Fortune.

The arrow tore through the air with a shrill whistle, shooting straight at his face.

The corner of White Lotus Boy's mouth dipped almost imperceptibly, a minute expression filled with utter contempt and impatience.

He made no grand movement. Yet deep within his ethereal, detached eyes, invisible ripples seemed to spread.

The next moment, something bizarre happened.

The speeding Wolf Fang arrow, still more than thirty yards from White Lotus Boy, seemed to crash into an invisible, viscous sea of amber. Its speed plummeted, until it was forcibly halted in midair! The shaft trembled violently and emitted an unwilling hum, but could not advance another inch.

Then the arrow turned around! Its tip no longer pointed at White Lotus Boy, but at... Yuchi Gong, the burly general below at the front of the Tang Army formation, clad in heavy armor