Boom!
An arrow shot past like a streak of light, piercing through the wall.
The man in white suddenly stretched out both hands and grabbed the incoming arrow.
Sizzle!
A sound as if high temperature was searing flesh arose.
The high temperature from the friction between the arrow and the air continuously poured out in his hands.
The man in white's expression remained calm as a faint white light emanated from his hands holding the arrow.
After a few moments, the force carried by the arrow had been completely absorbed by him.
Unnoticed, the ground under his feet also cracked with several fractures.
He had unloaded part of the force contained in the arrow, yet endured a part of it forcefully.
A trace of fresh red blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.
He calmly wiped it away, then turned and looked toward Young Master Gao, who was barely alive with only the upper half of his body remaining, and said, "Young Master Gao, hold on."