In the White Deer Institute, over at the back of the mountain, terrifying arrows formed from Astral Light were being fired off unceasingly.
Chu Mang’s body was filled with an extremely oppressive energy. As he pulled on the bow wielded in his hands, the ‘beautiful’ contours of his arm were the epitome of masculinity.
In front of Chu Mang, blurry after-images moved about with extreme speed, dodging the fired arrows.
“Faster, Big Bro Chu Mang, use the will of your Mandate.” Qin Wentian leisurely dodged the fired arrows as he called out to Chu Mang.
“Okay, be careful.” Chu Mang nodded. With a huge shout that made the mountains tremble, the will of the Mandate of Arrows gushed forth. The screeching of the fired arrows turned sharper as a terrifying energy coated them, causing them to instantly vanish from sight.