"Heh!"
A faint, cold smile curled at the corners of Wind God's mouth.
He leisurely raised his hand, his fingertips lightly winding around the enormous crocodile tail that could shake heaven and earth.
It was as though that power of destruction was no more than a gentle breeze brushing his face.
"Is that all?"
In the distance, the five Titled Douluos of the Worship Hall quietly exchanged glances.
A knowing nod was enough for them to understand one another's intentions.
Light Feather Douluo, ranked fifth among them, lightly stepped back as though treading on the wind, then shot off the ground and straight into the clouds.
At that moment, his seventh and eighth soul rings shone together, dazzlingly brilliant.
"Seventh Soul Skill-Martial Soul Avatar!"
With his low chant, a powerful force enveloped Light Feather Douluo's body.
"Eighth Soul Skill-Stillness!"
Then Light Feather Douluo gently raised his longbow with his right hand. As the bowstring pulled taut, even the air seemed to freeze.
An arrow left the string, aimed not at Wind God, but straight at the heavens.
When the arrow struck an invisible boundary, it instantly exploded into a rain of arrows that filled the sky.
Every arrow held enough power to tear a storm apart.
Packed densely together, they descended like heavenly punishment, mercilessly engulfing Wind God.
At the sight, a faint smile curved Wind God's lips.
"Power of the wind!"
In an instant, the arrows sweeping toward him like a violent storm all froze a hair's breadth above his head, as though time itself had stopped.
He flicked a fingertip, and invisible ripples seemed to spread through the air.
Those arrows, embodying Light Feather Douluo's masterful archery, turned into a sky full of fragments with that single flick.
They scattered on the breeze, displaying the wind's divine grace.