C915 Ninefold Arhat Array

As the thirtieth Flying Dagger struck, Lee Mo came to a stop. He stood upright, panting heavily, his clothes drenched in blood.

The Flying Daggers had lodged themselves in various parts of his body, from his chest to his limbs, each one a grievous injury.

The combined pain of thirty Flying Daggers approached the limit of what a Profound Master could endure