This young man, with only his bare hands, was able to grab the arrow shot with eighty percent of Beiting Huang's strength, and he timed it extremely well, seizing it just as the arrow tip was about to pierce Long Tian's chest.
It could only mean one thing, this young man might be one of those old demons in disguise, putting on a show to impress others. Such a person was not one he could afford to offend!
Seeing Hu Ba already soaring into the sky and leaving without a second word, Beiting Huang let out a cold laugh. The flexible sword in his hand, wrapped in golden divine power, swung like a horsewhip and slapped viciously at the Flying Dragon Horse, which had just taken off, sending it crashing to the ground with a snap.
