"Such nerve!"
Nie Buping sensed the impending danger and roared in fury.
In an instant, he struck out with his palm, aiming to shatter the incoming arrows.
Yet those arrows seemed almost sentient, miraculously curving mid-air to dodge Nie Buping's palm seal.
They attacked from every cunning angle around him.
"This..."
Nie Buping was utterly shocked by this turn of events.
He'd seen spirit treasures that could change their trajectory mid-flight before,
but arrows that could alter their course—this was a first for him.
What remarkable skill and technique must it take to achieve this?
One could only imagine that he who unleashed these nine arrows must be some eccentric master who had devoted centuries to the art of archery.
Nie Buping could not recall when he had ever offended such a person.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Before Nie Buping could react, six flaming arrows landed on him, erupting with a series of thunderous booms.
The other three didn't miss because Nie Buping evaded,
