Zhou Ping'an's neck appeared as if it had grown eyes; as the blood-flamed arrow shot toward the nape of his neck, his cervical vertebrae suddenly became soft and as flexible as if boneless. He opened his mouth and bit down, clamping onto the arrow shaft with his teeth.
The strength of his muscles and bones at this moment was even more formidable and resilient than the alloy machinations of modern society.
Hard to damage.
More so were his teeth—the hardest bones in the body.
The biting force was shockingly extreme.
With a bite on the arrow shaft, the fire-red arrow that had moved like a venomous snake was immediately immobilized. A sharp and scorching intent shot straight for his forehead, shaking his spirit.
The Red Lotus Karmic Fire in Zhou Ping'an's mind merely swayed slightly, burning this spiritual force to nothingness.
Spitting out the arrow, Zhou Ping'an didn't turn his head back.
