Chapter 689: The Divine Four Guardians Bow (I)

The young man who was their leader had a brawny physique bulging with muscles, with black hair straying loosely like a waterfall. His whole body emanated wild brutality. He was holding a golden longbow, his gleaming cruel eyes staring at Ding Hao and his companions.

“I didn’t expect you three to dodge my arrows. Not bad. Since you and I are from the same clan, I shall spare your lives today. Give me this black pot and get out of here!”

This black-haired young man had a cruel smile on his face, speaking in an uncompromising tone.

“You’re f*cking sick of living!” Uncle Tianshu was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. When had he ever suffered the humiliation of being nearly shot by an arrow?

“Meow, these morons disturbing my feast all deserve to die.” Evil Moon was also so angry that it gritted its teeth.

But soon, the man and the cat said no more, because they realized that Ding Hao had grabbed the black pot and was devouring everything inside while they were talking. They stared at Ding Hao who had almost finished all the food in the pot.

“Meow!”

“Stinking brat, leave some for me!” Uncle Tianshu also became anxious.

He had really suffered a loss today. It wasn’t easy for him to have collected so many fierce beasts from the Bone-burying Forest and make a big hotpot of their lean meat, yet these two gluttons had eaten almost everything. Had he known this, he would not have shown off the pot.

The two men and the cat all reached for that big black pot.

More than a dozen masters and martial artists who had surrounded them were all brushed aside.

“You three… must be tired of living!” The black-haired young man was furious. He had come to rob them, displaying his strength, yet they had actually snubbed him! It was so frustrating.

“Meow, get the hell out of here if you don’t want to die! I’m in a good mood today thanks to the food, or I would have bitten you all to death.” Evil Moon picked off a piece of meat on its fang using its paw, putting on an extremely ferocious face.

However, as an adorable pet whose appearance was entirely to attract attention, it looked like it was simply acting cute.

The company immediately burst into laughter.

“Kill this senseless cat demon for me…” The black-haired young man was livid.

A figure flashed, and one of the experts who looked like his follower struck like lightning. He raised his long saber and slashed down at Evil Moon, its saber brilliance streaking.

Ding Hao touched his mouth. With a backhand, he pulled out a charred rod from the firewood in the bonfire, swinging it out without even looking.

Bam!

The saber radiance was shattered, and the expert who charged over gasped in surprise. He was sent flying by an invisible force, smashing several dozen tall trees and crashing to the ground, unable to stand up.

The black-haired young man and the others were stunned.

“Oh, we’ve underestimated you. So you’re really an expert. But you shouldn’t try to show off with such puny strength.” The black-haired young man sneered.

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“You’re all disciples of Purple Cloud City, aren’t you? I really don’t know how those old fools from Purple Cloud City taught their juniors. You’re so rude.” After the mad onslaught on the beast meat in the pot, Uncle Tianshu snapped a twig to make a toothpick, picking his big yellow teeth. He said in a supercilious voice, “Little bastards, get the hell out of here! I will spare your lives since we’re fellow humans.”

Uncle Tianshu pointed to Ding Hao by his side and said with a grim smile, “You see him? This ugly, vulgar-looking man with a square face is an infamous murderer from the Divine Central Continent. He kills people like someone cutting grass. He can finish you guys off in one saber stroke.”

When the company heard this old man with yellow teeth speak so complacently, they were a little stunned.

The black-haired young man was the only one who laughed out loud. “Old fool, who do you think you are? How dare you reprimand my Purple Cloud City masters? I was going to spare your lives, but now, all of you must die!”

Before his voice faded, he had drawn his big golden bow. A gigantic golden arrow appeared, aimed at Tianshu.

The gigantic golden arrow scorched like the True fire of the sun, emanating the chilling malice that was almost tangible, causing their skin to sting painfully. The grass and trees around them were all silently incinerated.

“Dammit, so you really mean it…” Uncle Tianshu retracted his neck, pushed Ding Hao out, and said, “You fight him.”

Swoosh!

The black-haired young man released the bowstring at the same time.

Ding Hao was at a loss for words, and the charred rod in his hand stabbed out like a sharp sword.

An icy Sword Intent burst out.

Rip!

The transparent sword Qi split the golden arrow into two halves, along with its murderous aura.

As the frosty Sword Intent streaked out, the two split halves of the gigantic golden arrow froze into ice, falling to the ground.

Ding Hao’s figure flashed, and he came to the black-haired young man like a ghost. Grabbing the bow with his five fingers, he shook it slightly. The black-haired young man felt a burst of uncontrollable power overcome him. There was excruciating pain in his fingers, and half of his arm became numb. His vision blurred, and the bow in his hand disappeared.

When he focused his eyes again, that square-faced man was back to his original position, holding his bow in his hand.

“You… return me my divine bow!” The black-haired young man gripped his arm in shock and rage.

Ding Hao ignored him, carefully observing the big bow in his hand.

The bow was made of rare divine materials like the Miluo Silver Sands and War God Iron. Very well sculpted, it had inscriptions on its inner side. The bowstring was tawed from the leg tendons of some strange beast using special techniques, and resembled a silver silk thread almost invisible to the naked eye. The bow itself was engraved with the motifs of Coiling Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise. There was a brutal sentient force inside, which had already assumed the form of a weapon spirit.

It was a Precious Weapon at the peak level, only half a level away from becoming a Divine Weapon.

“Good stuff,” Ding Hao praised it, injecting his powerful Divine Senses into the bow. The restless weapon spirit felt great danger and decided to submit, no longer resisting.

“If you want this bow back, get your elders to apologize.” Ding Hao grasped the big bow in his hand, toying with it.

The black-haired young man said angrily, “Do you know who I am? This Divine Four Guardians Bow is my…”

Before his voice died away…