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

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"I am Yang Feng. I wonder what you intend to do by blocking our path?" Yang Feng, the head of the caravan, rode to the front and said with hands cupped in respect.

They were part of Wu Sheng's trading caravan, traveling between the Capital City and Yongzhou frequently.

This time, as the Shen Family was relocating collectively to the Capital City, their group of fifteen people received secret orders to participate in the escort.

Yang Feng could see that the armored middle-aged man in front of him could control the rainbow light, indicating his cultivation was at least at the level of an Innate Martial Master.

They were no match for him.

Instantly, Yang Feng's heart was in his throat, and he tightly gripped his sword, not daring to breathe.

Even so, they did not retreat.

They all knew that after Shen Qing entered the Capital City, he advanced rapidly, with unlimited prospects.

If they could connect with him through this, it would be greatly beneficial to them.

Therefore, they had been extremely diligent and serious throughout this journey.

Xue Zhao glanced at Yang Feng without much concern.

He looked beyond Yang Feng, his gaze landing on the Shen Character Flag behind him, and asked with a smile, "Are Shen Qing's family among you?"

Yang Feng's eyebrows twitched, immediately feeling a bad premonition, and he opened his mouth to say something to mislead.

However, before he could utter a single word, a powerful and unmatched aura erupted from the middle-aged man in front of him, like a mountain flood, unstoppable.

Yang Feng's clothes billowed in the wind, making a flapping sound like a flag snapping in the breeze.

The horse under him sensed the terrifying pressure, its eyes showing fear as it nervously backed away, instinctively wishing to flee.

Had Yang Feng not tightly pulled the reins, it would have already bolted.

Witnessing this, Yang Feng looked at Xue Zhao again, his expression slightly shifting, his throat dry.

He had seen the stature of an Innate Martial Master before, and the power displayed by this middle-aged man was much stronger than the Innate Realm; his cultivation was definitely above it.

While Yang Feng and others were still speculating, Xue Zhao spoke to Yang Feng with a faint smile, saying, "I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise if you deceive me twice, I can't guarantee I won't lose my temper and go on a killing spree."

Xue Zhao's threat carried a chilling murderous intent, causing everyone, including Yang Feng, to shiver.

"I'll ask you again, are Shen Qing's family among you?"

Intense fear surged from the depths of Yang Feng's heart, completely overwhelming his reason and sense of responsibility. He hesitantly uttered, "Yes..."

"Very well." Xue Zhao was very satisfied with Yang Feng's response. He walked forward, speaking as he went.

Faced with the extremely powerful Xue Zhao, everyone in the caravan showed fear. This oppressive feeling was like a cloud hanging low, making it hard for anyone to breathe.

Many subconsciously made way for Xue Zhao.

A martial master from the caravan, unable to watch any longer, showed some disdain for Yang Feng and the others' actions.

He stepped forward without fear, standing in front of Xue Zhao and solemnly shouted, "Stop! We have no grievances with you. Leave at once, or else our employer will not spare you."

Upon hearing this, Xue Zhao glanced forward. His face remained calm and collected, without a hint of anger.

The martial master standing in front of Xue Zhao caught a glimpse of deep indifference in Xue Zhao's eyes.

His actions seemed laughable to Xue Zhao, like an ant trying to stop a carriage.

The martial master felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head. He drew his sword and shouted, "We are all raised by parents. Who the hell do you think you are? Lord Shen has been kind to us; how can we stand by and let his family fall into this villain's hands? Attack!"

Clamping his steed, he charged forward, sword in hand.

Swish!

As the martial master charged at Xue Zhao, his sword hadn't even come down when a cold gleam flashed, and he, along with his mount, was bisected without a sound.

Glancing at the unsightly corpses on either side, Xue Zhao coldly remarked, "The courage to seek death is commendable!"

A faint smile finally appeared on Xue Zhao's face.

He continued forward, extending his hand to point.

Instantly, a wagon in the caravan was torn apart, revealing its contents.

"Ah!"

Aunt Wang screamed in panic and disarray.

Shen Fang and the others were equally terrified.

Tian Xiaohu and others gritted their teeth and stood guard by the carriage, cold sweat seeping from their backs in layers.

Xue Zhao, upon seeing the few people in the carriage resembling Shen Qing somewhat, knew he had found the right people and nodded in satisfaction.

Uncle Shen the Second, steeling himself, looked at Xue Zhao and hesitantly asked, "This lord, we're strangers. Where have we offended you? I hope you'll speak clearly. There might be a misunderstanding?"

Even if it's a misunderstanding, so what? It's just mistakenly killing a few ants, after all. Once they're dead, they're mistaken. Better to kill the wrong than to let go!

As soon as the words fell, Xue Zhao gently flicked his sleeve.

Instantly, the martial masters standing in his way were swept away like leaves in the wind, spewing blood, their bodies flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground.

They struggled to stand, but it was in vain. Their bodies trembled, their breaths faint, as if even breathing became exceptionally arduous.

Amidst all the astonished gazes, they finally gasped their last breaths, becoming nothing more than corpses.

By then, no one in the caravan dared to make a sound.

The gap was too great.

They stood no chance whatsoever.

Tian Xiaohu's face was pale, beads of sweat uncontrollably streaming down his face, collecting at his chin before dripping to the ground with a faint plop.

Closer, closer!

Tian Xiaohu watched as Xue Zhao approached leisurely, feeling his heart sink to rock bottom.

Was this the end?

No, he couldn't just surrender.

How could he face Qingzi after all his guidance?

Tian Xiaohu shouted, "Run!"

With that, he charged forward, intending to use his body to delay Xue Zhao even a little.

"Courting death!"

At this critical moment, the sky suddenly cracked open with a brilliant fissure.

A golden light streaked down like a meteor slicing through the night sky, transforming into a golden arrow that resembled a spear from the heavens, charging toward Xue Zhao's position.

Xue Zhao's heart shivered as he sensed a terrifying pressure.

Daring not to be careless, his figure instantly became a blur, retreating hundreds of meters, trying to evade the arrow's lock.

Unexpectedly, the golden arrow seemed to possess a spiritual essence, ignoring spatial distance, tightly locking onto Xue Zhao's aura, closely following him.

No matter how much effort he exerted, he could not shake off its pursuit.

The arrow traversed the void, swift as lightning, appearing before Xue Zhao in an instant, bringing with it a gust of fierce wind that sent shivers through him.

Xue Zhao's expression changed as he hastily gathered all his spiritual power to form an indestructible blue shield, attempting to block it.

A deafening boom resounded, shaking heaven and earth!

The golden arrow and the spiritual shield collided, unleashing a dazzling light as bright as the noon sun, illuminating the entire area.

The massive shock wave swept through the surrounding caravan like a hurricane, overturning people and horses, raising dust, creating a scene of chaos.

"Who dares to launch a sneak attack?!"

Xue Zhao's face turned ashen, his angry shout echoing through the heavens and earth, sensing a terrifying pressure from the arrow, suspecting the opponent wasn't lower than him in cultivation.

No one on the scene answered.

Just as he was about to ascend, the opponent responded.

Xue Zhao's eyes widened suddenly.

In the distant sky, a dense rain of golden arrows appeared, covering the sky, completely enveloping the area where Xue Zhao stood.

Each arrow was like falling stars from the heavens.

Boom!

The mountains and rivers trembled as the golden arrows rained down like drops.

The world shook as the sun-like brilliance slowly rose from Xue Zhao's position, rumbling.

When the last trace of light faded, Xue Zhao's figure gradually emerged.

Having endured a wave of arrow rain, he appeared disheveled, his hair draping down, armor tattered, with numerous bloody wounds exposed.

His sharp eyes remained fixated on the eastern sky, where a radiant rainbow light rapidly approached.

That familiar figure, if not Shen Qing, who else could it be?

A trace of disbelief flashed in Xue Zhao's eyes, then he laughed, "Good, good, good. I originally planned to use these people to lure you out of the Capital City, but you came out yourself, saving me a lot of trouble."

Xue Zhao suddenly soared up like a dragon out of the sea, majestic.

His Primordial Spirit concentrated highly, resonating with the heavens and earth, as the scabbard at his waist gently flicked, a long sword containing infinite icy power appeared out of thin air, blue light shimmering, instantly extending to nearly a hundred meters.

"Slash!"

With a cry, the long sword in front of Xue Zhao cut down like a river of stars from the sky, with fierce murderous intent and ultimate pressure aimed at Shen Qing's location, slashing down fiercely.

Shen Qing's complexion changed at the sight, a trace of gravity flashing in his eyes.

The fierce wind rushed toward him, even before it reached him, he had already sensed the immense power contained within the strike.

If hit, regardless of his Six Paths Reincarnation Technique's powerful physique, it certainly wouldn't end well.

Shen Qing dared not be careless.

Controlling the rainbow light, he employed the Great Void Shifting Technique, his figure twisting and folding in the void like a ghost, crossing dozens of meters in an instant, deftly avoiding the strike capable of splitting mountains.

The long sword howled down with world-destroying momentum, crashing onto a towering mountain top.

Boom...

A flash of blue light, splitting the mountaintop with tremendous force, bisecting it, causing the peak to collapse loudly, turning into countless rocks tumbling down, stirring up dust, covering the sun.

The entire mountain crumbled into ruins.

Shen Qing stood silently, witnessing this.

Is this the true power of the Primordial Spirit Realm?

No wonder Xue Zhao could stand as an army's general, his power probably matching thousands of troops.

Truly a family with roots, unlike any local tyrant.

"Hmm?"

Seeing Shen Qing avoid his sword, a hint of surprise flashed in Xue Zhao's eyes.

But the surprise quickly vanished.

He stepped forward, hands tightly grasping the long sword, rushing towards Shen Qing with a roar, "Boy, give my son back his life, pay your blood debt today!"

A thousand-meter distance was but a step to him.

Shen Qing, seeing this, unsheathed his treasured sword, holding it across his chest.

Bang!

The two swords collided.

At that moment, their spiritual energies surged like raging waves, scattering waves that twisted and shattered the surrounding forest.

Shen Qing felt a mountain-crushing force surging through his arm, threatening to shatter his bones and meridians.

His gaze sharp, his sacred blood boiling, flowing like golden molten iron, granting him unprecedented resilience and power, fiercely resisting Xue Zhao's terrifying attack.

This scene amazed Xue Zhao.

The sword in his hand was forged from blood-shadow steel discovered by the Xue Family, cutting iron like mud, perfectly harmonizing with the Primordial Spirit.

Now, this supreme weapon was blocked by Shen Qing's ancient long sword.

Even more incredible was Shen Qing's stand, bearing such immense pressure without yielding a step.

In the last encounter, Shen Qing was merely a Void Martial Master, easily crushed under Xue Zhao.

Could it be that... Shen Qing advanced to the Primordial Spirit Realm in this short span?!!

For a moment, great waves surged in Xue Zhao's heart.

If true, it was too terrifying.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Xue Zhao refused to accept such a fact.

Although his strike didn't kill Shen Qing, his eyes burned fiercer, like two flames.

Raising both arms high, he sent the long sword whistling forward like a dragon out of the sea, slashing in succession.

Each strike carried mountain-splitting force, crazily chopping downward.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

The air burst into deafening roars under the barrage, slicing the surrounding air into tatters with fierce murderous intent like a storm.

Shen Qing's embroidered robe shredded under the force, revealing his skin underneath.

Swords clashed, and the battle between the two grew even fiercer, exchanging blows endlessly, each clash sending visible ripples of impact waves.

Suddenly, a muffled "swish" sounded.

Shen Qing couldn't dodge, taking a blow.

His skin, hard as iron, was easily cut like paper, blood spurting out, staining his clothes, the wound terribly gaping.

Yet Shen Qing didn't panic.

Using the Great Void Shifting Technique, he distanced from Xue Zhao, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, concentrating as the Six Paths Reincarnation Technique activated within him.

Instantly, his wounds shimmered with lustrous light, golden radiance spreading, exuding sacred aura.

Under the glow, the frightening wounds began healing visibly, new flesh sprouting, quickly restoring as if never harmed.

Xue Zhao, being a prominent general, had sharp insight and recognized Shen Qing's skill as an exceptional divine technique at a glance.

Considering Shen Qing's recent rumors of frequent royal armory visits, perhaps he gained considerable fortune from the armory.

If such a skill was obtained by him, it would certainly augment the Xue family, offsetting the loss of his child.

Xue Zhao's heart burned with intent to claim this divine skill, looking down arrogantly, "Your technique is impressive. Hand it over, and I might grant you a dignified death. What say you?"

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