"Phew, that was really close! If it weren't for this Black Gold Armor, made from the skin of a Gold-Eating Rat, I would have been in serious trouble today, overturning the boat in a safe harbor!"
On the desolate mountain, Zhouyang stood up from the ground with a look of relief on his pale face, shouting his luck while looking at the dead sand bandit corpse on the ground.
This incident just now taught him a vivid lesson, never assume that when the enemy falls to the ground, everything is fine.
Cultivators have strong life force, and there are endless unique secret techniques in the Cultivation Realm. Until the enemy's head is cut off and the divine soul is obliterated, one cannot assume they have laughed to the end.
Just like earlier, if it hadn't been for the Black Gold Armor he had been wearing since acquiring it, made from the skin of a Gold-Eating Rat, that blood arrow would have pierced him through.
