"Fire!!!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
As his words fell, tens of thousands of black arrows in the air swirled around and, with strong gusts of wind, shot fiercely towards the group of a hundred disciples from the Qingming Sect.
No matter how strong he is, a single arrow shall extinguish him!
In the face of Zhang Xiaohao's terrifying Soul Power, unless they're a Heaven and Earth Great Power of the Cycle Palace Realm.
Otherwise, Martial Artists of the Control Realm or superpowerful beings of the Void Transformation Realm, no matter how many come, dealing with them is as easy as farting.
"Aaaah!!!" Pig-slaughtering like screams incessantly came from the mouths of these hundred or so disciples of the Qingming Sect.
They, numbering over a hundred, in front of these black arrows, couldn't even repel, let alone dodge them.
It's not their lack of ability; the speed of the black arrows is truly too fast.
