Jiang Shaotian raised his brows at the man again. "Once the direct line of the eldest son grows up, your position will have to be handed over!"
"What a slanderous junior!" Before Wen Yangxi could speak, the current Patriarch could no longer sit still. "Watch me cripple you!"
Wen Tianhong was about five hundred years old, dressed in a black cloak with a white collar. Perhaps Jiang Shaotian had struck a nerve, because he flew into a rage from the shame. With a curse, he stepped forward.
Surprisingly, the man was not a Beast Master, but an Arrow Cultivator. He waved his hand, and a giant bow about ten feet tall appeared in his grasp. The bow had nine strings, looking more like a musical instrument.
He then casually strummed it. A series of clear, melodious notes, like pearls large and small falling onto a jade plate, echoed from the giant bow.
SWOOSH—
But from within the pleasant music, hundreds of dazzling rainbow lights suddenly erupted.
'So fast!'
'Such ferocious Arrows!'
