The Blood-Clothed Man remained unmoved by the arrows hurtling toward him.
Chen Shi'an was astonished, and Gao Tianfang and the others were equally stunned.
But the arrows flew so fast that their astonishment did not last long.
The next instant, thousands of Black-Iron Arrows reached a point five feet in front of the Blood-Clothed Man.
Suddenly, the arrows whistling through the air jerked to a halt, forcibly stopped in their tracks.
Then they clattered to the ground. Not a single arrow managed to enter the space within five feet of him.
Everyone present was shocked.
They all stared, dumbstruck.
The Blood-Clothed Youth's strength surpassed their understanding.
Just then, the Blood-Clothed Youth finally moved. His figure flickered, instantly becoming an afterimage as he sped toward where Gao Tianfang stood.
To capture the bandits, first capture their king!
The moment the Blood-Clothed Youth struck, he went straight for Gao Tianfang.
Gao Tianfang quickly recovered from his shock and shouted, "Quick! Stop him!
"Desolation possesses supernatural abilities. Stopping arrows is nothing to be surprised about. Don't let him frighten you.
"He has only just broken free, and his strength is nowhere near its peak. This is our best chance to suppress him!"
Hearing this, the hundreds of Martial Artists surrounding the ruins sprang into motion and lunged toward the Blood-Clothed Man.
Yan San moved at the same time, stepping forward to meet Desolation.
But Gao Tianfang reached out and stopped him.
Yan San frowned, displeasure on his face.
Gao Tianfang did not yield. He shook his head, his gaze firm.
Only then did Yan San stop, though his expression was visibly ugly.
Chen Shi'an sat by a window on the teahouse's second floor, overlooking the central ruins.
He had caught Gao Tianfang and Yan San's exchange just now. He could now be certain