Dang dang dang dang… Concentrated teeth numbing arrow noises sounded at nearly the same time as Zhang Ping’s cold laughter.

Imperial City’s guards were only lacking a bit in experience compared to the border army. In terms of martial skill, archery skill and equipment, they were even a bit superior to the border armies.

At the very least, there were over a hundred arrows that simultaneously struck Zhang Ping, quite a few among them belonging to cultivators in the army.

This type of concentrated arrow barrage was completely different from the additive power an ordinary person imagined. Any soldier or cultivator with experience understood extremely clearly that when over a hundred arrows struck the body at the same time, the weight alone would already be extremely shocking.

The feeling of being struck by so many arrows at the same time would make every single arrow seem to carry this type of weight.

Normally, even if cultivators used soul force to contend against this type of power, they would still feel as if they were rammed by a speeding carriage, the feeling extremely unpleasant. Yet right now, Zhang Ping’s cold laughter didn’t pause...