"I want to... shoot at something?"
What on earth did Yang Zhen want to do?
Was he going to capture even Yue Qian's Spirit Soul?
Yue Qian's speed was just too fast, like a streak of black lightning. He soared thousands of feet in a split second. With this much velocity, could Yang Zhen shoot him down with an arrow?
What sort of bow and arrow was it?
As everyone watched, their faces full of confusion at Yang Zhen's ridiculously comic actions, Yang Zhen suddenly pulled his bow and aimed... aimed at Yue Qian.
A low hum!
The terrifying Heaven and Earth Qi suddenly raged, converging from all directions into Yang Zhen's hands, instantly transforming into an arrow.
An arrow that radiated a world-destroying aura.
"Yang Zhen, if you dare to kill me, Heavenly Pivot Holy Land won't let you off, you... bastard!"
Clearly feeling Yang Zhen's focus locked on him, Yue Qian roared, his voice distorted with anger.
