Almost the instant Jiang Dali finished speaking with a hint of mockery, the young man opposite him suddenly took a step back and erupted with full force, swiftly drawing the bowstring to nearly a full moon.
A surge of abundant true qi gathered along the bowstring into the arrow. The string hummed as strands of true qi rapidly coursed across the arrow's surface.
Even the Ice Emperor and Divine Mother could not help turning grave.
This was the Sun-Shooting Four Symbols Arrow, a terrifying archery technique that had just moments ago even threatened Purple Clad King Jing.
Yet Jiang Dali held his saber with an indifferent expression, seemingly intending to experience for himself this legendary archery technique that had shone brilliantly during the era of the Hundred Kingdoms War.
With a bang!
The bowstring gave an unusually dull, tremulous sound.
The arrow, filled with true qi, was like mist churned skyward by a wild gale. The mist seemed to transform into an incomparably massive azure dragon, dancing wildly through the forest, rising and falling, twisting right and sweeping left, coiling its head and lashing its tail as it charged before Jiang Dali in an instant.
A Mad Dragon Dances Upon Qingqiu!
Seeing this arrow, Jiang Dali inexplicably thought of the Overlord Saber he had encountered in Luoyang City long ago.
The Overlord Saber's Loving Saber possessed the Grand Impressionism of being so wantonly unrestrained, like a mad dragon dancing upon Qingqiu.
Yet the arrow before him now surpassed the Overlord Saber's Loving Saber in destructive power by countless times, and the arrow intent within it was likewise far stronger than its saber intent.
But to Jiang Dali as he was now, even if an arrow of this caliber had suddenly struck from hiding, it might not have been able to