He could feel it; this person was formidable.
Longbows and crossbows, firing at close range, even top-notch experts couldn't block them, let alone the fact that Great Leader Chen's men were also prepared and had charged together.
Meng Yu coldly watched this group of people.
Without drawing his sword from his back, a flame rose, and in his days in jail, Meng Yu had cultivated some fist and foot skills. He used the White Crane Steps and White Crane Hammer as fluidly as flowing clouds and water, and the flame from the Fire Crow Sword Technique was just as mesmerizing in his hands.
A fire snake spat out, perfectly blocking the arrows, then his fingers flicked in rapid succession, and the archers twenty steps away suddenly screamed loudly.
And he, his body as fluid as clouds and water, moved forward; anyone who stood in his way touched by his palm would, the next moment, have flames bursting from within, engulfing them.
Just like those twelve archers.
