Chapter 370 - Incoming Storm
Part of the reason why Su Zimo stayed on in Xuantian City was to resolve the feud with the three Mounted Bandits. At the same time, he was curious about the ancient sect ruins that Tang Yu mentioned.
A sect ruin that could gather a few of Tianhuang Mainland’s major factions was definitely far from ordinary.
Of course, the prerequisite of exploring the ruin was that he had to establish a firm standing and reputation within Xuantian City!
The battle against the Four Mounted Bandits was inevitable.
From the moment he killed Bao Yunfeng, Su Zimo had no intention of resolving things amicably with the Four Mounted Bandits!
Against these villainous and violent people, there was no way Su Zimo was going to swallow things and go against his heart just because of their formidable strength.
If he had any unhappiness, he would just go for sweet, direct vengeance furiously to quell that displeasure!
The worst case scenario would be for his demonic cultivation to be exposed. At the most, he would just raise hell at that time!
Behind the three of them was a large army of mounted riders, coming with ferocity!
At a glance, there were over a thousand people!
A thousand desperadoes coupled with a seven meridian Foundation Establishment Cultivator… this was a force not to be underestimated in the ancient battlefield, let alone Xuantian City!
In reality, top factions like Glass Palace and Malevolent Earth Sect were stronger than the Four Mounted Bandits.
However, there were many factions gathered within Xuantian City right now contending for the ruins of Elixir Pool Sect.
No one was willing to provoke the Four Mounted Bandits lest their strength was weakened for the contention of the Elixir Pool Sect ruins.
At the street corner, Su Zimo was long drenched and his black hair was stuck together, looking absolutely wretched.
1,000 feet…
500 feet…
The three Mounted Bandits were closing in and Su Zimo could even sense the stench coming forth from the mouths of their three ancient remnant beasts.
However, he did not move still.
Suddenly, when the three Mounted Bandits entered the vicinity of 300 feet, Su Zimo opened his eyes and a gigantic bow had appeared in his hands out of nowhere!
He bent the bow and loaded the arrows.
Bow like a full moon and arrows like shooting stars.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The sound of arrows tearing through the air was almost melded into one.
That bow was none other than the Moon Concealment Bow, the quasi-connate spirit weapon!
When five spirit patterns lit up on the bow in Su Zimo’s hands, Lang Tan felt a sense of uneasiness.
The next moment, a cold flash appeared before him, almost closing in!
The speed of the arrow was too fast and any ordinary six meridian Foundation Establishment Cultivator would have been dead!
However, Lang Tan’s reaction was much faster than ordinary cultivators given his countless life and death experiences in the jungle.
In a flash, he slanted his face sideways.
A cold beam brushed by his cheek, cutting a blood wound – it was a close shave!
He had dodged it!
However, before Lang Tan could relax, his eyelids twitched and he saw another cold beam shooting over, aimed at his glabella!
The second arrow was arriving and he had no chance to react at all!
These were consecutive arrows!
Lang Tan felt his hair stand on end.
It was extremely lucky that he was able to dodge the first arrow.
However, there was nothing he could do to evade this second arrow.