Zhao Cheng Splits the Wind, Chasing Immortal Traces; Thunder Shatters Robes, Fleeing Far Dust

The old Daoist could no longer afford to worry about the depletion of his True Essence; he swept his wide sleeves, causing the Yin-Yang energy within his body to erupt and form a wall of air several feet thick to intercept the Cloud-Piercing Arrows.

Yet, Zhao Cheng's True Essence seemed inexhaustible. These seven arrows were imbued with endless power, making them peerless in their sharpness.

They pierced into the wall of air, slowing slightly, but their momentum remained undiminished.

The old Daoist was struck with terror, his body retreating repeatedly as he waved his sleeves incessantly to block the seven projectiles.

Below, however, Zhao Cheng had already sunk his waist and bent his knees. True Essence surged like a dragon into his legs, the Heavenly Star Constellation True Technique reinforcing his meridians and acupoints before exploding with a roar.

He shot into the sky like a cannonball, tearing through the wind and closing in on the old Daoist.

His figure was hardly any slower than those Cloud-Piercing Arrows.

Between the two armies, the soldiers were stunned into silence.

It wasn't that they couldn't understand immortals flying; it was that the Blood Butcher had jumped directly from the ground into the heavens—what kind of strength was this?

Truly a monster!

And why did it feel like this old immortal was losing to the Blood Butcher?

How could he look so wretched?

Li Xin was even more bewildered. Could a human really jump that high?

"General Zhao is truly the God of War of our Great Qin!"

On the other side, the old Daoist finally forced the Cloud-Piercing Arrows to a halt with his sleeves. Just as he let out a sigh of relief, he turned his head and nearly suffered a heart attack.

That hulking figure had somehow already shot up