The power of this arrow was undeniably immense. It pierced straight through Qi Xuansu’s Green Netherworld Armor, shattered his Golden Body, and struck his chest.0

The reason for not aiming at the forehead was that it was much easier to dodge one’s head instead of moving the body. The Black Robes was not confident he could hit Qi Xuansu in the head, so he aimed at the larger and harder-to-evade torso instead.0

The Demonic Blade’s instincts did not compel Qi Xuansu to dodge. Instead, he took the arrow head-on with his chest.0

Then, that terrifying arrow composed of fist intention vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.0

The white-haired old man was greatly shocked by this sight. Cultivating such a technique came at the cost of blood qi and damaged the internal organs, especially the heart meridian. Even the most vigorous Martial Arts Practitioners struggled to bear it, often aging significantly in return for destructive power far beyond the standard fist intention. He had confidence it could injure even a Wuliang-stage Martial Arts Practitioner. Yet now, the arrow simply vanished. How could he not be stunned?0

But Qi Xuansu...0