When Yang Chan struck, he never wasted his efforts.
"Sleeve Arrows can't hurt me. Even these wounds are useless."
Zhao Qiyang shook off the Flying Claw and its rope, then pulled two small arrows from his chest. The Plum Blossom Sleeve Arrow fired six darts, but the other four hadn't even pierced his skin, leaving only red marks.
This was the power of External Refining Copper Skin. After taking a Blood Burst Pill, his skin had become even tougher, nearly on par with an expert at the third level of the External Refining Realm. It was a technique bought at the cost of his own life force.
"It doesn't matter how many of these Sleeve Arrows you have. They can't kill me."
A mocking sneer appeared on Zhao Qiyang's face as he gripped his Long Sword and slashed toward Yang Chan's position.
Every time Yang Chan spoke, his position became clearer to Zhao Qiyang. Even without using his eyes, he had already pinpointed Yang Chan's location.
