"Hold on, fellow Daoist."0

Li Xuanfeng gave no further reply. The black-clad youth below was extremely alert. He merely glanced once up at them and instantly stirred up devil winds, his robe billowing as he fled in the opposite direction. If he was not struck down in time, he could become a future threat.0

Li Xuanfeng drew back his bowstring and a golden arrow settled onto the string. The youth below immediately felt his ears ring, dread flooding his heart as his body trembled with instinctive alarm.0

Their eyes had met earlier. Li Xuanfeng’s perception technique had pierced through the black mist on the youth’s face and saw his features clearly. The youth had also seen his features. The moment he saw that bow in Li Xuanfeng’s hand, he prepared to flee, with high alert in his heart.3

Now, understanding...0