In front of Tushan Palace, Yi Tian growled furiously, while the thunder roc transformed from him fiercely slapped on the golden arrow released by Feng Xing with his right claw. Cyan-purple thunderbolt clashed against the shining golden arrow and generated another sky-shaking bang.
The arrow released by Feng King exploded into countless thin beams of frigid light and struck on the ground, stirring up hair-like strands of dust from the ground. The thunder roc quivered intensely, and followed by a puffing series of noise, countless electric bolts blasted, showing the tall and slim figure of Yi Tian, who looked like a sharp sword forged from the hardest metal. He staggered a few steps, then ragingly, viciously yet surprisingly, looked where the golden arrow came from.
"Yi Feng? You lowly b*stard!"
Yi Tian popped out his eyes and fixed them on Feng Xing’s divine bow.