Chapter 296

A flicker of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes; he swung the purple-gold hammer in his hand violently, pointing it at the interior of the Purple Cloud Dao Sect, and shouted loudly: "Release the arrows!"

When the order was given, ten thousand arrows shot forth from behind him, like black clouds covering the sun, the arrows came like a violent rain, spreading across sky and earth.

Among them were countless arrows etched with special patterns.

These arrows were no ordinary weapons; they were specially made by the armies of the Tianwu Continent as Breaking-Qi crossbows and Shattering-Qi arrows, developed specifically to counter martial world sects that cultivate inner energy.

Intricate runes were carved onto the arrows.

Able to tear through the air in flight, each arrow contained a special power capable of shattering inner-energy shields, piercing the true qi defenses of cultivators, and striking their flesh directly.

Even a grandmaster-level expert.

Even before such a dense and immensely powerful arrow barrage, they could hardly escape unharmed.

For a moment, the arrow rain fell like a woven net, whistling as it shot toward the Purple Cloud Dao Sect.

Each arrow carried the army's killing intent and the solemn lethality of the battlefield, as if seeking to pierce the entire Purple Cloud Mountain.

Even a grandmaster-level expert, faced with such a dense arrow rain, could hardly escape unharmed.

Those cultivators who tried to flee using lightness skills became living targets for the arrows.

They tumbled and dodged in midair, yet still could not escape the arrows' pursuit.

Breaking-Qi arrows pierced the air, carrying a fierce killing intent, striking their targets accurately.

Seeing this, the sect master of the Purple Cloud Dao Sect felt his heart sink.

He well knew the power of these specially made arrows, which were the Shattering-Qi arrows; even as a grandmaster-level expert like himself, he dared not take them head-on.

He quickly ordered his disciples to dodge the arrow rain while simultaneously swinging his sword to cut down the arrows flying toward him.

However, the arrow rain was too dense, and many disciples of the Purple Cloud Dao Sect were still wounded by the arrows.

For a moment, wails filled the wilderness, and blood dyed the land of Purple Cloud Mountain red.

The sect master felt extreme anguish, yet could do nothing.

He could only watch helplessly as his disciples fell one by one in the arrow rain, his heart filled with endless grief and helplessness.

This arrow barrage continued for a long time before gradually ceasing.

When the last arrow struck the ground, Purple Cloud Mountain lay in utter ruin.

Many cultivators lay on the ground, gravely injured and groaning in pain.

And the once majestic buildings were also devastated by the arrows, left in utter disrepair.

Gongsun Yang gazed at the scene before him, a hint of cruelty appearing on his face.

"Those who surrender live; those who resist die!"

He swung the purple-gold hammer again, pointing it once more at the Purple Cloud Dao Sect.

However, the disciples of the Purple Cloud Dao Sect did not yield.

Though their wounds were severe, the fighting spirit in their eyes had not faded.

They helped each other to stand, glaring angrily at Gongsun Yang and the Night Slaughter Army, preparing for a final death-defying battle.

Meanwhile, within Yuzhou, the Chief of the Da Qian Imperial Mirror Bureau, Jing Yaoyan, was leading many Mirror Envoys rushing swiftly toward Purple Cloud Mountain in Rosy Cloud Commandery.

"Haha, Chief, this road is blocked!"

Suddenly, the way ahead was intercepted by someone.

A cultivator of the martial world, equally strong, wielded a long sword, his bearing majestic, blocking the center of the road.

Behind him stood a group of warriors clad in black, their faces stern, clearly forces under the Night King.

The Cultivation grandmaster threw back his head and laughed loudly, his voice shaking the clouds.

"'Dragon Chant Blade Saint' Liu Wuchen? Why do you block my path here?"

Jing Yaoyan lightly pulled the reins, halted before his horse, and gazed coldly at this martial-world-renowned Cultivation grandmaster; his voice was deep, like the water of a cold pool, tranquil and profound.

Liu Wuchen stood holding his blade, his posture straight as a pine, a fierce blade aura faintly emanating from him, as if even the surrounding air were solidified by his domineering presence.

The aura of a mid-stage Cultivation cultivator was immensely robust.

He was not a Cultivator from within the Da Qian dynasty's territory, yet at this moment he seemed to merge with this ancient land, exuding an ineffable harmony and power.

"I, Liu, am under the Night King's command, ordered to wait here for Chief Jing."

Liu Wuchen spoke slowly, his voice like an echo from distant mountains, each word carrying the weight of history.

His diction was refined, as if each character bore the marks of time, exuding an ancient and far-reaching aura.

"The Night King's intent, I have received."

"Yet, Hero Liu, you have come from afar and willingly lowered yourself here; Chief Jing, I truly do not understand."

A flicker of doubt and incomprehension crossed Jing Yaoyan's brow, though it did not show on his face, only his tone grew colder.

"Although I am not a man of Da Qian, having pledged my service to the Night King, I must exert my utmost."

"To meet Chief Jing today is also a fortunate occurrence."

"Yet military orders cannot be defied; I can only meet you here with blades."

Liu Wuchen gave a light smile, his expression carrying a hint of helplessness and resolve.

Having said that, he slowly drew the long blade at his waist; for a moment, the blade's light shone like snow, illuminating everything around.

His elegant bearing and fierce aura were like a beautiful historical scroll slowly unfurling in the ancient martial world.

Jing Yaoyan's brow furrowed slightly; he knew time was pressing, the Purple Cloud Dao Sect was in imminent danger, and he could not linger long here.

"Liu Wuchen, I respect you as a senior of the martial world, but today I have pressing matters and cannot be entangled with you."

"Please clear the road; another day I will surely come to pay a visit."

He drew a deep breath and then spoke slowly.

"Haha, sorry about that, Chief Jing."

"To act faithfully on another's trust."

"Today the Sect Master wants to go over? Then you have to first ask my Dragon Chant Blade if it agrees!"

Liu Wuchen, however, remained unmoved; he shook his head, expressionless.

Having said that, he flashed his figure, instantly closing in, his Dragon Chant Blade carrying a fierce blade aura as he slashed toward Jing Yaoyan.

Jing Yaoyan's eyes turned cold, his figure drifting like the wind, he skillfully dodged this slash.

"Liu Wuchen, this is your own doing!"

Jing Yaoyan's tone icy, he moved like a ghost, vanishing on the spot; the next moment he appeared behind Liu Wuchen.

The Office Chief of the Suspending Mirror Office, Jing Yaoyan, possesses profound martial arts; his martial path further integrates the strengths of many schools, standing unrivaled in the martial world.

His figure is tall and slender, his visage handsome, his brows bearing a heroic spirit.

Whenever he attacks, his movements are light as wind and clouds, yet every move is deadly.

At the same time, Jing Yaoyan's sword technique is his most skilled martial art.

The sword technique he cultivates combines the essences of the major sects, possessing both fierce offense and solid defense.

Whenever he holds a sword in hand, his whole person seems to become one with the sword; his sword intent is stern and inviolable.

Among his sword techniques, the most famous is the 'Willow Dance Sword Technique'.

This sword technique is renowned for its agility and variability; its moves flow continuously, like spring wind brushing willow, both graceful and fierce.

Whenever Jing Yaoyan performs this sword technique, all one sees is flashing sword light, like willow catkins dancing, dazzling and elusive.

Besides swordsmanship, his lightness skill is also unmatched in the martial world; his body is light and agile, unpredictable, making him hard to grasp.

"Clang!"

The two weapons clashed, emitting a clear ringing sound.

Jing Yaoyan's long sword and Liu Wuchen's long saber traced beautiful arcs in the air; each impact sparked a shower of sparks.

(End of chapter)