Seeing the demonic bow and arrow, the Golden-Winged Great Roc paused mid-charge. A chill surged into Lu Bei’s heart, sparking an intense sense of crisis.
What was going on? Did everyone in Xiongchu have such an obsession with archery?
He remembered clearly that his cheap master, Mo Buxiu, had once said that projectile weapons like arrows were extremely unfriendly to avian demon cultivators—they were, in fact, their natural nemesis. And among Mo Buxiu’s belongings, there had been one bow and three arrows.
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