Wanyan Youshu's Profound Qi seethed, and his aura soared. Behind him, the illusion of a black warbow formed from Profound Qi materialized, emanating a terrifying presence.
Inside the Imperial Palace of the Bei Mo Royal Court, a tall middle-aged man, one-point-nine meters in height, with a heroic appearance and hair worn in small braids, stared intently at Shu Feng and spoke slowly. "Bo Yin, do you think the Poison Emperor can block Wanyan Youshu's arrow?"
"Great Khan, the Blazing Sun Sword Saint once said that the power of Wanyan Youshu's most terrifying arrow has reached a divine level. Even Wei Tuxian, the greatest in the world, wouldn't dare to block it head-on. Even if Poison Emperor Han Feng's strength surpasses that of the Blazing Sun Sword Saint, he might not be able to withstand Wanyan Youshu's arrow."
A bald, brutishly muscular middle-aged man who exuded an aura of savagery and violence replied respectfully.
