The King of Ding Hides His Strength

The Blood Qin Empire's magic heavy crossbows fired twelve bolts at once, like a raging storm, with terrifying destructive power.

Ying Sheng had ten thousand elite soldiers in iron armor under his command. Ten thousand heavy crossbows fired in unison, and in an instant, one hundred and twenty thousand arrows swept in from all directions. The dense black mass of arrows blotted out the sky like dark clouds, engulfing everyone in the little courtyard.

A miniature magic array had been carved into every arrow. When each arrow exploded, it was equivalent to the full-force strike of a low-rank Heaven-level mage. One hundred and twenty thousand low-rank Heaven-level mages attacking together—the power was truly earth-shaking. Even a peak Saint Master would not dare let such an attack land on them.

Madman!

That was the only word Lin Qi could use to describe what Ying Sheng had done: madman. He really had gone mad. Covering a courtyard of less than two mu with ten thousand magic heavy crossbows—was Ying Sheng trying to destroy all the neighboring homes as well? Ordinary commoners lived around this courtyard. Their homes did not have the protective magic arrays found in the estates of nobles and high officials.

The Desert God Bracelet on Lin Qi's left wrist, which the Osmanthus Tree had not yet had time to absorb, burst forth with dazzling light. Lin Qi poured every last trace of demigod power in his body into the Desert God Bracelet, then slammed a heavy fist into the ground. The earth suddenly shuddered and sank several meters. Great sheets of flame surged out, wrapping the entire courtyard in layer upon layer of fire.

Sha Xinyue silently chanted a spell. Using a secret divine art passed down by the Desert Temple, she merged her magic power into the divine