Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies
Chapter 164 - 88: Power of a Thousand Jun, Divine Shot!

The dark light tore through the air with a piercing whistle, arriving in an instant. It moved so fast that no one could react in time.

In the blink of an eye, the Huang Tian Sect General twisted his wrist.

The long blade glimmered under the sunlight, like a dragon soaring through the Nine Heavens, unleashing an unstoppable power upwards.

Boom!

The dark light struck the long blade, producing a thunderous explosion.

An invisible force, like a raging sea, swept through, the air swirling and raising clouds of dust, enveloping the Huang Tian General in chaos.

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

He appeared staggered, his clothes in disarray, his face covered in dust.

Before him was an arrow made of dark iron, like a divine weapon from ancient times, embedded in the ground.

The surrounding ground cracked under the weight of the force, revealing a meter-wide deep pit, the strength tremendous.

Li Linfeng and the others were shocked, finding the arrow surprisingly familiar.

The Huang Tian Sect General stood firm like a pine tree, his expression stern as he shouted forward: "Who are you? How dare you cause trouble here?"

His voice was deep, like thunder blasting across the sky, spreading far and wide, carrying an unmatched authority, resonating through the clouds.

Swish, swish, swish...

In response came a series of rapid, sharp sounds cutting through the air.

From the distance, dark trails shot up from the ground, slicing through the sky, targeting the many Huang Tian Divine Sect disciples behind the convoy.

A heavy bow of fifty shi was not something the crossbows could rival, and the arrows it shot were extraordinarily powerful.

Within a range of two hundred steps, those below the Skin Forging Realm were like paper in front of these arrows.

"Ah!"

Screams echoed one after another.

More than half of the Holy Sect disciples were hit and fell to the ground.

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

These Huang Tian disciples displayed expressions of extreme fear, retreating constantly.

Looking ahead, they saw a young man on a fast horse emerging from the winding official road in the deep mountains, his back straight, drawing his bow to a full moon.

The young man squinted, his fingers suddenly loosening, and another dark iron Heavy Arrow shot out with a crash.

Swish!

The dark arrowhead glimmered in the sunlight, landing in front of the Huang Tian Sect followers.

This arrow was incredibly accurate, piercing through five people in one breath, stopping only when it pinned the last person to the ground, with just a touch causing injury.

"Godly shot, godly shot!"

The surviving Huang Tian Sect followers were utterly terrified upon seeing this and fled into the mountain forest in panic.

On the official road, chaos dissipated in an instant, the obstacles swept away by the might of Shen Qing's arrows.

Shen Qing did not stop his offensive, lowering himself close to the horse's back, muscles taut, urging the steed Zhuifeng to gallop forward.

The next moment, he charged directly to the front of the Huang Tian Sect General.

Holding a Heavy Bow, Shen Qing wielded it like a weapon, sweeping with a mighty wind and an unquestionable domineering aura.

The Huang Tian General's expression was grave, his long blade like a dragon emerging from the sea, stretched across his chest. Then, he quickly conjured a yellow talisman, which hovered in front of him, transforming into a yellow Light Shield, forming a protective barrier.

Boom!

The moment the Heavy Bow collided with the Light Shield, a deafening sound erupted, stirring the surrounding air, forming visible waves.

"Wow!"

The Huang Tian Sect General flew backward like a kite with a broken string, gusts of wind trailing him, crashing into a large ancient tree.

The tree snapped with a sound, branches and leaves fluttering, dust rising.

The combined force of Shen Qing and his steed was unimaginable, a force surging along the blade before him, even making the talisman-transformed Light Shield hard to withstand.

The Huang Tian Sect General barely managed to stabilize himself with all his strength.

Hiss...

The talisman floating in the air spontaneously ignited like a struck match, turning to ash and dispersing with the wind.

The Huang Tian Sect General was hit by Shen Qing's strike, feeling as though his insides were twisted, his entire body numb.

"I am Hongshan Shen Qing!" Shen Qing stated calmly from horseback.

Upon hearing the familiar name, County Magistrate Du Yuntong, lying on the official road, struggled to lift his eyelids to glance at Shen Qing, his eyes lighting up with surprise.

'Good! Hope he can hold on for a stick of incense, half a tea's time, allowing me to recover some strength and escape into the forest... perhaps I might have a chance of survival.'

As for whether Shen Qing could deal with the Huang Tian Sect General, it was not even in his considerations.

Even his Qi Hai Realm cultivation was no match.

How could a mere Qi Cultivation Realm withstand him?

As long as Shen Qing did not die too quickly, it would be commendable.

Gaining some time for him to escape was enough.

Shen Qing slid off his horse, strolling over to Tian Xiaohu and Li Linfeng, noticing Li Linfeng stained with blood and frowning.

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

Shen Qing remained silent.

He hadn't expected this Huang Tian Sect punisher, meeting for the first time, to recognize him.

The Huang Tian Sect General, with an appreciative gaze, said: "With skills like yours, I see you're not aligned. Why not join our Holy Sect and share in the divine bliss?"

Shen Qing laughed in response.

From his recent encounters, he found the Huang Tian Sect's ways somewhat extreme, a madness willing to do anything to achieve its goals.

Just now, if he hadn't arrived in time, his uncles, the Hall Master, and Tian Xiaohu might have already fallen under their 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 a believer."

The Huang Tian Sect General was not angered: "Then what are you interested in?"

"I'm very interested in killing you. Would you graciously do me the favor of taking your own life in front of me?"

The Huang Tian Sect General was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter, as if hearing the funniest thing: "Hahaha... I admit you have some skill, but you're still a long way from killing me, it seems I have to cut down your arrogance."

So far, the only true expert Shen Qing had encountered was the Zhou Family's old servant at the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation Realm.

Even that only required forty percent of his strength.

How much effort could this person require?

"Understanding still feels shallow; to truly know one must act. Some things need trying."

"If you seek death, then don't blame me."

Before the words were fully spoken, the Huang Tian Sect General lightly raised his left hand, an ancient talisman rising from his palm, radiating brilliant light, instantly enveloping him.

The talisman did not dissipate; instead, it transformed into a stream of light, merging into the chest of the Huang Tian Sect General.

Instantly, his aura changed dramatically.

All his muscles swelled like mountain ridges, each inch of flesh seeming to contain explosive power, making the Huang Tian Sect General a massive figure.

A menacing aura radiated.

The Huang Tian Sect General exhaled a hot breath, snarling: "Alright then, kill!"

His eyes flared with anger, a sharp gaze locking onto Shen Qing, abruptly swinging his blade.

An aura of killing intent spread.

In the Huang Tian Master's hand, the long blade sliced through the air with a whistling sound, like a silver lightning bolt, striking toward Shen Qing's chest at lightning speed.