"Boom!"
Lu Tianxing's palm fiercely collided with the arrow light, which exploded and instantly transformed into a rain of arrows like fine hairs, piercing everything around.
Lu Tianxing was immediately hit as if by lightning, his body uncontrollably retreating backward, leaving clear footprints on the ground with each step. His right arm trembled slightly, covered in bloody marks, as if slashed by sharp grass, looking incredibly shocking.
Seeing this, Bai Zhiqing's face turned pale, and she wanted to rush over, but Lu Tianxing signaled for Tan Lang to hold her back, not letting her go.
Lu Tianxing glanced at his arm covered in blood marks, his expression unchanged, and his wolf-like eyes fixated intently on the white elder beside Holder.
"Fire Fox, how does it taste? Enjoyable, isn't it? But this is just the appetizer, merely a lesson for you. Can you kneel and kowtow to me now?"
