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

"Alright, then let me face you, martial master of the Primordial Spirit Realm."

At this moment, Xue Zhao had long since put the death of his son behind him.

Years of brutal fights had steeped his heart with intense evil qi, gradually turning his expression manic.

All he wanted was to kill Shen Qing and unearth the secrets within him.

In his view, Shen Qing had made progress over about a month.

Even if he broke through to the Primordial Spirit Realm, it would only be the initial stage and couldn't possibly match him.

In the distant sky, a streak of gold slowly emerged, like the rising sun, warm and dazzling.

That golden Dharma Image gradually gathered and expanded in the void, finally forming a majestic figure a hundred meters tall, exuding a pressure that made one's heart tremble.

"It's my turn."

"Kill!"

With a thought, Shen Qing's hands formed Dharma Seals continuously striking towards Xue Zhao.

The void roared, smoke and dust arose.

Xue Zhao, without fear, charged forward.

Both used their Primordial Spirits as a lead, and the sky-reaching Dharma Images they condensed were like ancient deities clashing fiercely.

Fist against fist, palm against palm.

Continuously exchanging blows.

Each move brought deafening booms, sounding like heaven and earth splitting, almost rupturing the eardrums.

The powerful aura swept across like a storm, engulfing everything around.

The nearby mountain peaks appeared fragile in the face of this terrifying energy, crumbling under the aftershock of their Dharma Images, shattering into flying debris, dust filling the sky.

The whole world seemed shrouded by this force, becoming dark and dim.

The confrontation between Xue Zhao and his opponent was like the collision of two stars.

The power of a martial master in the Primordial Spirit Realm was too terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was wrecked and devastated.

The two were completely entangled in battle.

On the ground, Yang Feng and others watched with pounding hearts.

They hid in a corner, observing from afar, not daring to get too close for fear of collateral damage.

By now, they had long realized Xue Zhao's formidable background, unknowingly worrying for Shen Qing, continuously cheering for him.

They also knew clearly, if Shen Qing died, their fate would be equally tragic.

This had already been proven in Yongzhou.

Boom, boom, boom...

Under the blue sky, the thunderous sound was incessant.

Anywhere the two passed, the mountains and rivers they encountered were shattered by their spiritual power and Primordial Spirit treasures.

The more Xue Zhao fought, the more astonished he became.

Shen Qing only defended without attacking, his spiritual power vast like the sea, terrifyingly monstrous.

Not only was the spiritual power strong, but the Primordial Spirit he condensed was also immensely solid, his physical body unbelievably powerful.

After dozens of exchanges, Xue Zhao felt his soul trembling and clarity waning, unable to withstand it.

This despite years of stabilizing his breakthrough to the late Primordial Spirit Realm.

If compared to an ordinary Primordial Spirit Realm master, Shen Qing would have already killed them by now.

Where on earth did this monster Shen Qing come from?

He had initially planned to capture alive, but now it seemed utterly unrealistic.

Seeing Shen Qing growing braver in battle, momentum soaring, Xue Zhao gritted his teeth and unleashed his full Primordial Spirit without reservation.

Instantly, an ancient and desolate aura surged from his brow.

A rusted spear slowly emerged, stained with blood, emanating a chilling killing intent.

"Condense!"

Xue Zhao growled, pulling out the rusted spear completely.

This spear was an ancient weapon he found in a cemetery during battles, stained with a trace of ancient power's blood, exuding murderous intent.

Xue Zhao's spiritual power boiled, like a breached river, he lightly shouted: "Kill!"

The rusted spear turned into a streak of light, aiming straight at Shen Qing.

Shen Qing, with keen perception, sensed tremendous danger, his hair standing on end, enveloped by an unprecedented sense of crisis.

His nascent Primordial Spirit couldn't withstand such an attack.

So, in an instant, he recalled his Primordial Spirit.

Sacred blood surged.

Golden light shimmered on Shen Qing's skin, exuding a holy aura.

Boom!

The spear shot like lightning, piercing through Shen Qing's chest effortlessly.

Golden blood splattered out.

"Haha, I did it!"

Seeing this, Xue Zhao shouted excitedly, laughing aloud.

But before he could celebrate for long, he saw Shen Qing's golden holy blood boiling, suppressing the spear's fierce killing qi, restoring calm.

Shen Qing gripped the spear's handle firmly, expression unchanged, pulling it out from his chest.

The Six Paths Reincarnation Technique operated continuously, erasing the residual energy in the wound, replacing it with vibrant vitality, slowly repairing the injury.

Soon, the wound healed completely.

Shen Qing looked down at the spear in his hand.

The spear was rusted, appearing to have weathered countless years, its ancient aura almost tangible.

At that moment, the spear trembled, sensing something, trying to break free, full of spirituality.

However, Shen Qing wouldn't let it do as it pleased.

Shen Qing snorted coldly, his sacred blood boiling, continuously repressed the spear with holy power, preventing it from escaping.

Just then, a soft sound suddenly echoed.

A small three-legged cauldron uncontrollably leapt from his brow.

Ancient and mysterious patterns flowed on it, identical to those on the spear.

The small three-legged cauldron lightly rotated, devouring all the bloodstains on the spear.

Then, the cauldron shook sharply; with a crisp cracking sound, the spear was ground to dust under it.

Such unexpected changes left Xue Zhao aghast.

In Shen Qing's eyes, a sharp light flashed, seemingly realizing something, hurriedly activating the Great Shift Void Technique.

The three-legged cauldron exuded waves of excitement.

It crossed the void directly, rushing in front of Xue Zhao.

The cauldron opened wide, countless sword energies surged like flooding rivers.

These were the absolute sword energies contained in countless sword fragments within the cauldron, each strand capable of slaying innate or even spiritual void realm experts.

"Ah!"

Xue Zhao screamed tragically.

Under this immense sword energy, moving too quickly, he had no defenses.

In just a moment, his Primordial Spirit and body were riddled with holes, barely holding on.

Seeing this, Shen Qing didn't hesitate.

Taking advantage of his weakness, to claim his life.

Shen Qing activated the Eight Desolate Annihilation Seal within him, bombarding Xue Zhao continuously with thunderous seals.

Each strike altered the world, thundering mightily.

After an unknown period, the bombing gradually ceased.

Xue Zhao's screams halted suddenly as well.

He was dead.

The last trace of life was extinguished by Shen Qing's Eight Desolate Annihilation Seal.

Only silence remained in the world, along with the lingering metallic scent in the air.

With a thought, the three-legged cauldron seemingly with its own spirit returned to Shen Qing's brow.

Everything settled.

Stepping into the void, he secured a beige embroidered pouch.

This was Xue Zhao's multi-treasure pouch, which Shen Qing had keenly spotted earlier, reclaiming it for himself.

"Boss!"

"Qingzi!"

Not far away, seeing Xue Zhao dead, Yang Feng and the others from the convoy confirmed the area was safe and all came out with Sister Shen Fang.

Shen Qing smiled, quickly crossing over and caring, "Uncles, Aunt, Sister, are you all alright on the way?" Enjoy new adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

"All good, all good." They looked at the messy surroundings, hearts lingering with fear.

If not for Shen Qing's presence.

They would've surely faced doom today.

Uncle Shen Er asked with concern, "Who was that big figure? Will you be alright for killing him?"

Shen Qing's face solemn for once, whispered, "This is not a place to talk, let's go!"

The battle just now was quite a commotion.

Although it was in the outskirts of the capital, several miles away, you never know if some purposeful eyes had seen it.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, it's best to leave soon.

After all, killing the ruling Grand General, head of the Xue family, wouldn't be a trivial matter in any sense.