C69 Exposure to Viciousness

The arrow came piercing through the air. The chief's eyes were tightly shut. He was awe-inspiring and righteous as he let it shoot at him without any fear.

In just two breaths time, he was already in front of the old patriarch, as if he would pierce through him in the next moment.

Everyone closed their eyes, not daring to watch the scene of the Patriarch's tragic death.

whoosh *

The arrow came to an abrupt stop. A figure flashed past and firmly grabbed the arrow in his hand.

Clang!

There was the sound of metal scraping against metal.

Pfft!

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip … … …. His blood fell onto the ground.

The old patriarch held a black dagger in his hand.

His hands were trembling, as if he was afraid of something.

He did not think that this youth's body would be so strong. When the dagger stabbed into his body, it was as hard as steel. Fortunately, he used all his strength and finally pierced through.

"Quick, shoot! Shoot him to death!" Zhao Gang shouted and his figure turned violent as he pulled the Old Patriarch over.

Qiao Nan used his hand to cover the wound on his abdomen. If not for him using his muscles to block the dagger in time, he would really have lost his life.

He didn't expect that this Patriarch was actually scheming against him.

Black blood gushed out from the wound and permeated his clothes. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead and fell to the ground.

When the little fellow saw that Qiao Nan was injured, it called out to him, as if it was truly concerned about him.

Qiao Nan pressed it back into his sleeve, telling it to stay there.

As he held the ancient house door, he stared coldly at these people.

He had no intention to kill. They were the ones who forced him to do so.

The old patriarch looked at the young man in front of him and said with a cold smile, "Young man, the older the wiser."

He was afraid that killing them would bring about disaster, so he set up this kind of trap.

This dagger was passed down within the clan for generations. It was easy to split gold with a stone, but just to be safe, one had to rub the blade with a poison that could seal one's throat.

The poison spread throughout his body, devouring his vitality, causing him to be on the verge of death.

With such a situation, how could this youth not die?

A group of people finally shot out a full moon arrow.

Arrows rained down madly like rain.

A series of sonic booms rang out, making one's eardrums hurt.

Qiao Nan fiercely stomped his foot, causing the entire ground to collapse.

It frightened everyone so much that they couldn't help but feel a wave of fear. They inwardly sighed that this person's body was too terrifying. The might of one kick was actually as terrifying as an earthquake.

Stepping forward, he immediately felt weak. The divine power in his body didn't seem to be able to surge forth at all, and a surge of black poison actually caused his entire body to weaken.

Noticing that the youth was a bit weak, everyone laughed coldly.

The poison had already begun to take effect. This brat was doomed to die.

"Kid, don't blame anyone else. If it wasn't for you meddling in other people's business, how could this have happened?"

Zhao Gang smiled wantonly. Previously, he was still fearful of this young man. But now, he was poisoned and killed by the rain of arrows.

Just as the rain of swords was about to reach him, the divine power in Qiao Nan's body was obstructed, and he was unable to raise his strength.

Clang

When the arrows shot into Qiao Nan's body, they all fell, but were unable to enter. Although he couldn't use his divine power, his physical toughness was not something that these arrows could possibly harm.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three Mysterious Broken Arrows flew forward aggressively, heading straight for his vitals.

Qiao Nan panicked. His figure slightly moved, barely dodging two of them.

Puff! The third arrow hit his shoulder.

Qiao Nan bellowed, the muscles on his shoulder trembled, and blocked the attack. He used all his strength to pull it out, causing blood to spurt out.

"Hmph, let's see how many waves you can block. Shoot!" The Old Patriarch roared, and then shot another round of arrows at Qiao Nan. The three Profound Breaking Arrows were hidden in the arrow, and were about to give Qiao Nan a fatal blow.

"Get lost!" Qiao Nan roared, the sound wave he produced was extremely powerful, causing smoke and dust to fly into the air.

With a flick of his mind, a wheel of light rose up like the sun, and a pair of golden wings spread out from his back. The golden light was resplendent, dazzling the eyes.

Its wings folded itself, and instantly enveloped Qiao Nan within them.

The rain of arrows landed on its surface. Not to mention penetrating, not even a mark was left behind.

When he saw the pair of golden wings, Zhao Gang's eyes widened. If he could have these wings, he could definitely rule over an entire region.

Now that Qiao Nan was at the end of his rope, he had no scruples as he directly raised his killing sword and rushed forward.

"Kill!" Zhao Gang shouted loudly. His feet stomped on the ground as he jumped up. His killing sword hacked down from the sky in an attempt to break apart the golden wings.

"Sssii!"

The Death Sword slashed on it, releasing bursts of sparks. Although the divine wing was not broken, Qiao Nan who was inside was not easy to break.

There wasn't much energy left in his body. Having suffered such a shock, he felt a sweet sensation in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Open!"

Qiao Nan suddenly roared out, and his wings instantly expanded. A burst of terrifying force directly struck over.

Zhao Gang was so frightened that he immediately raised his sword to block.

Bang!

As the golden wings collided with the killing sword, a huge force was transmitted to Zhao Gang. At that moment, he felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, and he was unable to resist.

Puff.

Zhao Gang spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying. With a loud boom, the house in the distance collapsed.

To be able to push back Zhao Gang, Qiao Nan did not feel good. His body was burning like fire, as though it was going to burn his own life force.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

When the Old Patriarch saw Zhao Gang being pushed back and's gaze filled with hatred, he instantly felt a sense of suffocation, and even his blood seemed to have stopped flowing.

He was trembling in fear as he continued to shout for arrows.

"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"

Upon seeing that Zhao had been wounded, everyone was also taken aback. They immediately pulled back their bows and drew the arrow. As long as they could kill him here, it would all be over.

Looking at the dozen or so arrows piercing through the air, he felt a sense of desolation. He didn't expect the arrows that he previously didn't care about would become his own weapon today.

It was all his fault for underestimating his opponent too much.

Qiao Nan laughed miserably as he took out a jade bottle that contained two bean-sized drops of blood.

He poured a drop of blood into his mouth and it instantly turned into a torrential energy that rolled and flowed within his body without end.

Before he could reveal a look of joy, a burning sensation immediately gushed out to block the energy.

Qiao Nan didn't have time to recover his breath, he immediately stepped on the ground and spread the wings on his back.

The two large hands grabbed at the air, and dozens of arrows were thrown down.

The arrow pierced through the air and flew towards the crowd.

Puff, puff.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were shot by the arrows. They were dripping with blood and wailing in pain.

Qiao Nan felt that the energy in his body was almost depleted again, he did not dare to stay here anymore.

"Chase, we definitely can't let him escape." Zhao Gang crawled up from the other side, battered and exhausted. Blood was still trickling from the corner of his mouth. However, he couldn't care less at the moment.

Who would have thought that this young man would actually be a wheel powerhouse? With this kind of peerless talent, there must be a force behind him. If he didn't cut off the grass at his roots, then perhaps this town would have a hard time escaping this calamity.