The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072: King of Fierce Tigers, Fifty Years

"Who's there?"

"Who cares who they are, if they dare block the way, they die!"

The bandits from Black Wind Stronghold sneered as they raised their glistening, sharp long knives, ready to slash at Ye Feng standing in the middle of the road.

On the mountain path.

Ye Feng looked at the incoming foe, took out an arrow, drew his bow to the full, and let it fly, instantly piercing through the chests of three bandits.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bandits collapsed to the ground, drawing the attention of several dozen others, all of whom charged at Ye Feng with their knives.

Ye Feng didn't hesitate.

Draw bow, shoot arrow.

In just a moment, he had fired over a dozen arrows.

Each arrow seemed ordinary, yet were transformed by the Power of Reality, able to accurately penetrate the bodies of several bandits. As the first round of shooting ended, not a single bandit of the several dozen was left standing.

And at that moment, the nearest they got to Ye Feng was only about thirty feet, nowhere near close enough to reach him.

"Bold!"

Just then, a thunderous roar came from beyond the valley.

Ye Feng looked towards the sound.

He saw a middle-aged man riding a horse, wielding a long knife that was a bit longer than the others, and even more, there was a faint blade aura flickering on the edge of the knife.

This was... Blade Intent!

"The leader of Black Wind Stronghold."

Ye Feng looked at this man, without any hesitation, and instantly let loose an arrow with incredible speed.

"Break for me!"

The leader of Black Wind Stronghold leapt into the air, brandishing his knife with both hands and slashed out a blade aura that stretched several feet, attempting to destroy the incoming arrow.

But the arrow suddenly turned in mid-air.