Suddenly, an odd feeling rose in his heart. He keenly sensed that the number of arrows flying at him from ahead had abruptly decreased.
Alarmed, he hurriedly looked toward where Ying Ming Hao stood, only to discover, to his astonishment, that Ying Ming Hao had vanished into thin air!
In an instant, fear engulfed him like a tidal wave. His expression changed drastically, and he turned his head without hesitation to see whether Ying Ming Hao was behind him.
His guess proved right, but it heralded a nightmare. Ying Ming Hao appeared behind him like a phantom and launched a vicious kick at his back!
The sudden blow struck like Mount Tai crushing an egg, catching him completely off guard and sending his body pitching forward.
Before he could recover from the excruciating pain, Ying Ming Hao continued his assault.
A string of fierce kicks followed, each carrying tremendous force, as though he intended to stomp the shit right out of him.
He felt the world spinning. Everything before his eyes blurred, and his consciousness began to fade...
At that moment, he was like a helpless lamb awaiting slaughter, able only to surrender to the whims of fate.
The corners of Ying Ming Hao's mouth lifted slightly into a wicked yet captivating smile.
With just a few effortless kicks, he broke open the sturdy armor protecting his opponent's buttocks. Then he swiftly drew his bow, the arrow held taut against the string with a sharp creak.
The many Heavenly Prodigies and spectators around them instantly felt an indescribable tension spreading through the air.
They all shuddered in unison, clenching their buttocks tight as though they could experience that unbearable agony firsthand.
Yu Wanchuan, in particular, felt weak in the knees, Ying Ming Hao's earlier words echoing relentlessly through his