The green-robed cultivator, with a shifty and sleazy appearance, boldly stepped forward. At his words, several Azure Pond Sect disciples turned their gazes toward Li Xuanfeng, who frowned slightly but had no choice but to nock an arrow and draw his bow.0

These cultivators were mostly disciples of Yuanwu Peak, known for their condescending behavior toward Li Xuanfeng's group. Fei Yihe and the other cultivators, always submissive, looked nervously at Li Xuanfeng.0

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Li Xuanfeng remained silent, raising his golden longbow. With a deep breath, he drew the bowstring, gathering dazzling golden light that formed a radiant white arrow.0

His eyes mirrored the tattered figure in the distance, the longbow in his hand exuding lethal sharpness. The slave soldier, sensing imminent danger, paused mid-air and...0