Booming...
The "city wall" that suddenly rose up from the river surface deflected the dense rain of arrows, scattering them everywhere.
This spectacular scene immediately drew gasps of shock and admiration, which soon turned into exclamations of amazement.
Zhao Douan leaned against the railing, standing on the deck, as he witnessed the rolling water wall churning endlessly. Even after a continuous three-round volley, not a single arrow could penetrate the "shield" formed by the waters.
"Quite a Tributor from the Capital, 'Yama Zhao,' indeed as rumored."
On the third floor of the warship, a middle-aged martial artist who stood beside Xu Jinglong with hands behind his back coldly spoke,
"I don't care whose armor it is, since it's on you, hand it over nicely."
After a pause, the tone turned threatening and the grey pupils revealed a fierce intent,
"That official robe might fool others, but I couldn't care less."
