Nine longswords shot toward the thunder dragon in unison, carving nine arcs of breathtaking beauty through the air.
"Hmph, a petty trick."
Long Wu controlled the thunder dragon and swept its tail out, intending to use it to block the might of the nine swords.
Yet he had still underestimated the power of Ye Lin's Nine Swords. How could the nine swords possibly be stopped so easily?
"Thunder Dao Sacred Body, activate."
Long Wu roared once more. The mysterious markings on his chest instantly lit up, and his entire body became terrifying, like a thunder god descending upon the world.
Gripping a thunder spear in his right hand, he charged toward Ye Lin.
"Foolish."
Ye Lin's gaze turned cold. He had revealed his trump card before the fight had even truly begun—what was that if not foolishness?
Golden light gathered around Ye Lin's hands, threaded through with wisps of crimson radiance, creating an utterly eerie sight.
At last, a longbow appeared in Ye Lin's hands.
Ye Lin slowly drew the bow. The next instant, a fiery red arrow appeared between his fingers. He calmly took aim at Long Wu ahead, then suddenly released the string.
A sharp sound split the air as the fiery red arrow arrived before Long Wu in the blink of an eye, swift as lightning.
Long Wu raised his spear and thrust it forward. The instant its tip touched the arrow, a violent explosion erupted, and the overwhelming recoil sent him staggering backward again and again.
Before he could steady himself, dozens more arrows came flying at him, each carrying dense, murderous intent.
Long Wu's expression hardened. The spear in his hand whirled with the force of a tiger, while his body continued retreating and his arms began to go numb.
Every arrow carried tremendous power.