By the time the Beimu cultivator wielding twin hammers noticed, Chang'sheng had already slipped to his side.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Nine arrows once again shot out from nine different directions, tearing through the sky toward their target.
The twin-hammer cultivator dared not be careless, immediately swinging his hammers to block the assault.
This was exactly the moment Chang'sheng had been waiting for.
Just as the enemy lifted his hammers to defend, Chang'sheng unleashed a burst of Nascent Soul-level divine sense.
The overwhelming pressure of his divine sense made the man's body freeze, his movements instantly slowed by half a beat.
A fiery flame arrow pierced straight through his chest.
"Nascent Soul divine sense... This... this isn't possible..."
Even in death, the twin-hammered man couldn't figure out what realm Chang'sheng really belonged to.
