Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path

Zeng Heihu’s heart was filled with shock.

Standing closer to the spearman, he could clearly see just how strange and swift that arrow was. A sudden chill gripped his heart, and amid a hoarse roar, he flailed his Black Gold Mace in a watertight defense. Instead of advancing, his body recoiled, retreating backward at high speed.

In an instant, he had retreated more than ten yards. Seeing himself nearly at the bottom of the slope, he didn’t even bother to signal his mountain bandits but prepared to flee outright.

This man’s ability to seize an opportunity was remarkable. When he opened his mouth to unleash a tiger-like roar, his imposing momentum caused even the wielders of the Yin Yang Sword and the Four Seasons Saber to ready their defenses, only for them to see him flee into the distance before they could react.

"To try and escape now—it’s already too late."

Zhou Ping’an let out a soft laugh, his clear voice cutting through all the commotion. But even faster than his speech was a shimmering, faintly red blood-colored shadow.

The shadow was swift as lightning, barely appearing in the crowd’s vision before it had already reached Zeng Heihu’s back.

Bang...

A thunderous, explosive sound shattered the air in its wake.

It sounded like the vibration of a bowstring or perhaps the whistle of an arrow splitting the air...

Zeng Heihu’s eyes widened like copper bells as he roared madly, dancing his mace in a frenzied rhythm. Yet deep within, a heavy dread sank.