"Poor bastard. He's probably been reduced to ashes by now."
"What's there to pity? For something so blind to its own place, death might not be a bad thing."
"Indeed. If he'd run earlier, he might have had a sliver of hope. But he actually dared to stand against us head-on and put up a desperate resistance. If he doesn't die, who will?"
"That's right. Not only is he dead now, even the woman beside him belongs to the young master."
"This is the fate of anyone who dares offend the young master—a lesson from the cart ahead."
"He had no strength, yet he still dared swagger around everywhere. I can laugh at this joke for a whole year."
The surrounding guards all sneered. Xia Ping's death did not surprise them in the slightest, because aside from Divine Ability Realm cultivators, no one could possibly withstand a single arrow from Liu Qi.
"No, that's not right. That guy isn't dead yet."
Unlike the others, Liu Qi's expression was incomparably grave. This arrow was completely different from every arrow he had ever fired before—he had not felt that sensation of killing an enemy at all.
At the instant the arrow was destroyed, the divine sense attached to it clearly transmitted back to him that his arrow had not pierced through the enemy's body. Instead, it had been destroyed.
Even though yellow sand now roiled through the air, obscuring the surroundings, he could still sense that the enemy remained. Moreover, an inescapable sense of danger shrouded his entire body, as though a great calamity were about to descend upon him.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Liu Qi saw a dazzling white light emerge amid the sandstorm. It was even more blinding than the blazing sun in the sky, as though it were the only light