Chapter 27 Close Combat, You're No Good!

After the last arrow was shot, the longbow was slung over the back.

The figure suddenly darted to the left, in the direction of the city.

At this point, the short elder's face became even more sullen.

He manipulated the writhing Fire Serpent to move faster, while continuously accelerating himself, trying to close in on Liang Hui.

Suddenly, the figure veering left shifted direction again.

The speed surged as he charged towards the elder.

The long spear that had been carried on his back was now, unnoticed, gripped in his right hand, and a chilling killing intent permeated the air.

The short elder, watching the masked man rushing towards him, had a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm in his eyes.

One would be mistaken to think that a Daoist was weak in close combat; after all, he had spent decades in the Qi Nourishing Realm, and his skills in close-quarter combat were definitely not meager.