Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

Chapter 164: Chapter 88: With a Herculean Effort, a Shot Fired by the Gods!

The streak of dark light, wrapped with a piercing shriek as it ripped through the air, arrived in an instant, so fast that there was no time for any response.

In the flash of lightning, the Huang Tian Sect General's wrist turned.

The long saber, glistening with a cold light under the sun, rose like a dragon soaring to the Nine Heavens, carrying an overwhelming force of Qi as it fiercely cleaved upward.

Boom!

The dark light fell, striking the long saber, producing a thunderous noise.

The invisible force, like raging sea waves, wreaked havoc, with air waves surging and raising clouds of dust, completely shrouding the Huang Tian General in chaos.

Once the wind settled and the dust cleared, the sunlight pierced through the dust, revealing the disheveled Huang Tian Sect General.

Now, he seemed slightly staggered, with his clothes in disarray and his face covered in dust.

Before him was planted a dark iron arrow, like a divine weapon from the ancient past, thrust into the ground.

The ground around it cracked and scattered, unable to withstand the force, resulting in a one-meter wide crater, powerful and penetrating.

Li Linfeng and the others were shaken by the sight of the familiar arrow.

Standing tall and unbending like a pine, the Huang Tian Sect General, with a stern expression, suddenly roared, "Who goes there! What sacred being dares to be so reckless here?!"

His voice was deep and powerful, like thunder from the heavens spreading far and wide, carrying an air of imperious authority that pierced through the clouds and echoed around.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

In response to him came a series of sharp and urgent sounds of cutting through the air.

Shadowy trajectories sprang from the distant ground, slicing through the sky and descending towards the many Huang Tian Divine Sect disciples behind the convoy.

The Heavy Bow, with a strength of fifty shi, was not something those crossbows could compare with; the arrows it fired were tremendously powerful.

Within a range of two hundred steps, the mere flesh and blood of those below the Skin Forging Realm stood no chance against these arrows, as if they were made of paper.

"Aah!"

Screams rose and fell in succession.

More than half of the Holy Sect Disciples fell to the ground with arrows in them.

Some with insufficient cultivation were ripped apart by the force of the heavy arrows, unable to even scream.

The Huang Tian Sect disciples wore expressions of extreme terror and dread as they backed away.

Looking ahead, they saw a young man holding a Heavy Bow, straightening his back on a fast horse, with the bow drawn full circle.

The young man squinted his eyes, and with a sudden release of his finger, another dark iron Heavy Arrow shot out like lightning.

Whoosh!

The black arrowhead twinkled with cold light under the sun as it landed near the Huang Tian Sect's group.

This arrow was incredibly accurate and, to everyone's disbelief, it went straight through five men before finally nailing the last person to the ground, where it barely came to a stop, touching it alone would cause injury.

"Sharpshooter, a sharpshooter!"

The remaining Huang Tian Sect disciples, having witnessed this, were completely petrified and fled into the mountains without looking back.

Instantly the road was swept clear as if by a sweeping wind, all obstacles vanquished by the might of Shen Qing's arrows.

Shen Qing did not stop his assault; he leaned close to the horse's back, muscles tensed, urging the stallion Zhuifeng to sprint forward.

The next moment, he charged straight up to the Huang Tian Sect General.

Shen Qing, holding the Heavy Bow, used the bow as a weapon; with a powerful sweep emanating whistling winds and an imposing force, he struck out.

The Huang Tian General's face turned serious; his long saber moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, stretched across his chest, and immediately after, he swiftly cast a yellow talisman, which floated in front of him and formed a yellow Light Shield around his body.

Bang!

The moment the Heavy Bow collided with the Light Shield, it erupted with a deafening noise, stirring the air around and creating visible ripples.

"Wow!"

The Huang Tian Sect General was thrown backward like a kite with its string cut, trailing a gust of wind, and finally crashed heavily against an ancient tree.

With a sound, the ancient tree snapped, its branches scattering and dust rising into the air.

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Shen Qing, fused with the strength of his steed, unleashed a power beyond imagination. He felt an overwhelming force surging down the blade in front of him, one that not even the talisman-derived Light Shield could withstand.

The Huang Tian Sect General barely managed to steady himself with all his might.

Hiss...

The talisman, floating in the air, ignited out of nowhere like a struck match, and turned into a wisp of ash, scattering in the wind.

The blow from Shen Qing had hit the Huang Tian Sect General so hard that his guts felt twisted, and his whole body went numb.

"I am Shen Qing from Hong Shan," said Shen Qing calmly while on horseback.

As if hearing a familiar term, County Magistrate Du Yuntong, lying on the official road, strained to lift his eyelids and glanced at Shen Qing. His eyes brightened, revealing an expression of surprise and joy.

'Good! I hope he can hold on for the duration of a stick of incense, or the time it takes to drink a half cup of tea, to give me enough time to recover some strength and escape into the mountains... Maybe then, I'll have a chance at survival.'

As for whether Shen Qing could handle the Huang Tian Sect General in front of him, that was not even within his considerations.

His own cultivation at the Qi Hai Realm wasn't enough to be a match.

How could someone merely at the Qi Cultivation Realm pose any threat?

Just as long as he doesn't die too quickly, that would be an accomplishment in itself.

It would be enough if he could buy some time for escape.

Shen Qing slid off his horse and walked to the front of Tian Xiaohu and Li Linfeng, frowning as he noticed bloodstains on Li Linfeng.

"Shen Qing? The hero who slew the demon tiger?"

Shen Qing remained silent.

He hadn't expected that the Huang Tian Sect traitor judge he was meeting for the first time would recognize him.

With an admiring gaze, the Huang Tian Sect General spoke, "With your skills, I see you are still without affiliation. Why not join our Holy Sect, and share in the ultimate pleasures of heaven and earth?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qing smiled wryly.

From what he had seen recently, he figured that the methods of the Huang Tian Sect were somewhat extreme, as if they were willing to stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Had he not arrived just in time, his uncle, aunt, Hall Master, teacher, and Tian Xiaohu might have already become ghosts under that man's blade.

Shen Qing had a very poor opinion of them.

"No need, I have no interest in joining your so-called Holy Sect. I'm not one for religious belief." Experience new stories on mvl

The Huang Tian Sect General was not angered, "Then what does interest you?"

"I'm very interested in killing you. How about doing a kindness and ending yourself in my presence?"

The Huang Tian Sect General was momentarily stunned, then burst into loud laughter as if he heard the funniest thing, "Haha... I admit you have some ability, but you are still far from being able to kill me. It seems I must crush your arrogance."

Up till now, the real powerhouse that Shen Qing had encountered was the Zhou family's old servant, who had reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Cultivation Realm.

And even that man had only forced Shen Qing to use forty percent of his strength.

How much effort would this man in front of him require?

"Theory is always shallow until put into practice. Some things, you just need to try to understand."

"Since you seek death, then I shall not be blamed for your demise."

The words had barely left his mouth when the Huang Tian Sect General lightly flicked his left hand, and an ancient talisman rose from his palm into the air, shining a brilliant light that enveloped him.

Far from dissipating, the talisman turned into a stream of light and merged into the chest of the Huang Tian Sect General.

Instantly, his aura transformed dramatically.

His muscles swelled like mountains, and each inch of his flesh seemed to contain explosive strength, inflating the Huang Tian Sect General into a colossal figure.

An awe-inspiring presence emanated.

Exhaling a scorching breath, the Huang Tian Sect General said ferociously, "There, now. Kill!"

His eyes wide with rage, his sharp gaze fixed on Shen Qing as he suddenly swung his blade.

An ominous atmosphere enveloped the area.

The long blade, in the hands of the Huang Tian Sect Patriarch, brought with it a whistling wind, striking like a bolt of silver lightning, aimed at Shen Qing's chest with the speed of thunderstorms.