Beneath dark clouds, at the center of the military drill ground.

A dense downpour of arrows enveloped Su Yi, their sharp tips cutting through the air. The sound was like a tidal wave, and it echoed throughout heaven and earth.

Countless onlookers’ expressions changed.

Never mind ordinary martial artists; even mighty Martial Dao Grandmasters were generally unwilling to go up against armed elite troops.

After all, the Four Realms of the Martial Dao were still within the bounds of mortality. Strong as Grandmasters were, they were still just flesh and blood.

But Su Yi didn’t so much as shift directions. He just proceeded directly toward the platform Qin Wenyuan sat upon.

As he strolled forward, his clothes rustled in the wind. Beneath the crowd’s disbelieving gazes, countless arrows slipped past him, all of them missing him by a hair. They didn’t so much as scratch him.

Then, he casually raised and swung Guiding Mysteries.

Clang clang clang!

A series of crisp, concentrated booms rang out. The arrows he couldn’t simply dodge split like paper mache before they even got close to him and fell to the ground in pieces. 

When they saw this, the gathered higher-ups felt dazed and tongue-tied.

He’d just walked straight through a downpour of arrows without...