The Dazzling Young Master Yun

All the martial world artists present were desperate for an answer as they were truly frightened.

If it had been any other time, they would have been unfazed. It was not an arduous task to fend off the Deicide Bows with their cultivation base.

Now? Now, when everyone was worn out from the battle and was left with a sliver of their cultivation base? Now, when they had to face ten thousand Deicide Bows, all at once? Ten thousand bows!

They wondered what the sight of ten thousand arrows released all at once would look like.

Did you see those assassins that were about to become porcupines? Were their cultivation base any lower than yours?

Fortunately, their doubts were quelled quickly.

A figure appeared from a high altitude in the sky, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind. His clothes fluttered in the air, his commanding aura did not need the company of rage to make it impressive. The person was none other than Yutang's King Xiaoyao.