Chapter 477

"Boom!"

The bowstrings were drawn full, and another ten thousand arrows descended in a sky-covering barrage.

Yelu Chu, who had been tossed aside by Qiao Feng, finally looked, and his face turned green.

He prayed silently, "Altar Lord Qiao, you must block it!"

Qiao Feng did not disappoint, once again unleashing the move "Dragon Appearing on the Field."

With a dragon's cry, his true essence drew upon the primordial force of heaven and earth, swiftly clashing with the arrows.

Countless arrows were snapped apart once more!

But the third wave of arrows continued to come.

Moreover, because Qiao Feng had been delayed by the two waves of arrows, the Kheshig army formation was finally completed.

This third wave of arrows was fired by a ten-thousand-man unit.

In an instant, a hundred thousand arrows blotted out the sky, whistling as they came.

With the augmentation of the Kheshig army formation, the aura and inner force of every member of the ten-thousand-man unit were linked together.

The power of each single arrow had increased by no less than tenfold.

With the two factors combined, the power of this wave of arrows had already exceeded the second wave by more than a hundredfold.

"Good!"

Qiao Feng's heroic spirit soared to the clouds; not in the least daunted, he crossed his palms over his chest.

"Six Dragons Riding the Moment!"

Circulating his true essence, Qiao Feng struck out six palms in succession.

Each palm could summon a dragon's cry.

Each palm could draw upon the force of heaven and earth, coalescing into a faintly visible giant dragon.

Then the six dragons surged forth together, battling the ten thousand arrows.

But the Kheshig were ultimately elite troops, and these ten thousand arrows were fired with the aid of the great formation.

No matter how fearsome Six Dragons Riding the Moment was, it was ultimately scattered by the ten thousand arrows.

But Qiao Feng was no fool; he knew that continuing like this would surely lead to certain defeat.

Long before, right after unleashing Six Dragons Riding the Moment, he had scooped up Yelu Chu and continued charging forward.

The Kheshig troops who saw this were both shocked and terrified.

Now that he was close, they could no longer use the arrow rain.

They could only draw their sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, forming a great formation to charge and kill.

Qiao Feng's heart stirred, and he swung Yelu Chu in his hand as if the man were a weapon.

"Ah? That's the Prime Minister—don't hurt the Prime Minister…"

The moment the Kheshig officers saw this, they hurriedly cried out to stop.

Because of this call to stop, the momentum of the Kheshig army formation naturally slowed by half a beat.

And it was precisely because of that half-beat that Qiao Feng seized the opening and charged straight out of the formation.

After breaking out, he happened to spot Prince Tuo Lei not far away.

"Fourth Prince, come and have a chat with Prime Minister Yelu!"

Qiao Feng laughed heartily, gathered strength beneath his feet, and sprinted wildly toward Prince Tuo Lei.

"You are all pigs…"

Prince Tuo Lei's face was ashen. If today he truly allowed Qiao Feng to capture him amidst Wan Army,

then the face of the Great Yuan would be utterly lost by him alone.

Seeing Qiao Feng about to reach him, with no way to dodge, Prince Tuo Lei bellowed,

"Commanders of every guard, mobilize the full strength of the army and channel it to me…"

Having said that, he struck out with a palm at once.

The so-called army formation can not only enhance the strength of every person within the array,

it can also enhance every person's defensive power.

But the most crucial point is that it can gather the strength of thousands upon thousands of people into one body, unleashing the strongest single strike.

Yet once such immense power converges onto a single person, that enormous force will nearly cripple that person.

But now, Prince Tuo Lei had no other choice.

Either be captured in humiliation, or gamble everything!

As Tie Muzhen's fourth son, he had inherited that fierce blood!

Huo!

The hundred thousand Kheshig troops, under the command of their officers, let out a great shout.

The army formation activated, and the strength of the hundred thousand Kheshig surged onto Prince Tuo Lei in an instant.

"Ah! Qiao Feng, I will make you pay the price!"

Prince Tuo Lei knew he was about to be crippled, but he wanted to take this moment to give Qiao Feng a satisfying end as well.

An utterly ordinary palm strike, augmented by the army formation of a hundred thousand Kheshig.

Under that one palm, the very space in that spot began to ripple ceaselessly.

As if the force of that single palm could shatter the barriers of this space itself!

"What a terrifying palm!"

Qiao Feng saw it and knew that danger had arrived.

This palm was nearly no less than the full-force strike of a supreme expert at the late stage of the Mythical Realm.

Even after taking the Po Yuan Dan, Qiao Feng is only at the early stage of the Heavenly Being Realm right now.

How could he possibly take this overwhelmingly powerful palm strike!

"Come!"

Qiao Feng refused to admit defeat, and once again tossed Yelu Chu aside.

He gathered all his true essence and unleashed his strongest move!

The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms has a total of eighteen palms!

But the strongest palm is neither "Proud Dragon Repents" nor "Riding Six Dragons with the Times."

Rather, it is the world-shattering palm technique that Qiao Feng, after joining the Qinglong Society and under Ximen Wudi's guidance, fused all eighteen palms into a single strike.

This palm gathers the full power of all eighteen palms.

As long as one's cultivation is sufficient and one draws enough of the world's primal energy,

this palm can slay gods if gods block the way, slay Buddhas if Buddhas block the way.

Now, this is also the first time Qiao Feng has ever used this palm.

Qiao Feng rapidly executed the eighteen palms, then, following what Ximen Wudi had personally taught,

carefully merged the force of all eighteen palms into one, and pushed them out together.

Two world-shaking palm forces collided directly in midair.

Boom!

Boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

How terrifying a clash of palm forces like this is.

In this stretch of heaven and earth, the sounds of explosions never ceased.

"Puh…"

Unfortunately, Qiao Feng's cultivation was ultimately a bit too low.

Although the strongest of the eighteen palms was overwhelmingly domineering, it still could not bridge such a vast gap in realm in a contest of strength.

Qiao Feng was seen to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face utterly pallid.

Then the force of the strongest of the eighteen palms gradually dispersed.

"Haha! Qiao Feng, you shall die!"

Prince Tuo Lei's whole body was stinging with pain; he knew this was the warning sign that his meridians were about to fail and he was on the verge of becoming a cripple.

But as long as a single breath remained, the Great Yuan had ways to save him—at worst, he would undergo reincarnation burden and start cultivating anew.