However, Lu Changsheng merely smiled faintly and then stepped forward, blocking the way in front of Tang Lu and her brother.
He kept his hands hanging low, standing motionless, allowing the torrential rain of arrows to descend upon him.
"Clink... clank..."
Suddenly, everyone's eyes widened in shock, their expressions frozen in place.
The members of the Tang Household simply could not believe their eyes.
What did they see?
Someone capable of withstanding the rain of arrows?
Could it be that he was wearing armor?
Yet, there appeared to be nothing on his face.
They could see clearly that the arrows striking the man's fair face left not a single mark, directly bouncing off instead. Some arrowheads even snapped and clattered to the ground.
Such an eerie scene left everyone in the Tang Household deeply shaken.
"You... who in the world are you?"
The Fourth Master of the Tang Household spoke tremulously.
Clearly, he was afraid.
Terrified!
