Linglong and Lu Chunwang still had the time and inclination to speculate about the archer's origins, but faced with the lock-on and aura of that pale silver arrow qi, Xiang Yang had no attention to spare.
It was an exceedingly strange sensation. The arrow qi was only around two feet long and thumb-width wide, yet it felt like a towering mountain crushing down from the sky. Surging power mingled with an incomparably sharp edge; its attributes were extraordinarily potent.
There was no dodging it. He could only take it head-on.
Though Xiang Yang considered his innate martial attainments rarely matched, he did not dare to be overconfident.
He spread his feet, one forward and one back, and exerted force beneath them, pressing up two small mounds of earth. His left hand, which had been held behind his back, abruptly reached out. His middle and ring fingers curled together, while his thumb, forefinger, and little finger pointed toward the incoming arrow qi.
Three streams of finger force intertwined and fused half an inch before his fingertips. In an instant, they condensed into a crystal-clear droplet, its shape uneven and constantly changing, with four gurgling collisions within. It swelled against the wind, transforming into a dense web of water that intercepted the pale silver arrow qi.
The instant the two clashed, a heaven-shaking tidal surge erupted. The scattered residual force and qi rays shot outward, utterly destroying this stretch of the forest.
No matter how deeply rooted the trees were, all were uprooted. Roots, branches, and wet earth flew everywhere, while black dust spread like smoke.
No matter how hard the stubborn rocks were, under the bombardment of violent qi force, they instantly turned to powder and mingled with the black dust, drifting unsteadily.
The Bear King's corpse, originally as large as