"Damnit!"
Hong Zhenxiang was also somewhat taken aback before he bellowed in anger. Without dodging any longer, he lifted his fan-sized palm, radiating with blood light, a qi and blood so robust it even surpassed Jin Buhuan and Wei Chiao by a large margin, and swatted at the incoming arrowhead.
"Boom!"
The arrowhead and palm collided, instantly bursting apart. The arrow seemed to contain a spiraling qi strength capable of penetrating thick steel armor. It clashed against Hong Zhenxiang's immense force; the air exploded, sending ripples of air currents that bent the surrounding flowers and trees.
A broken, distorted metal arrow fell to the ground, while Hong Zhenxiang's palm remained completely unscathed.
"Chasing Soul Arrow! How dare you show yourself before me, don't even think about escaping!"