Ordinary iron arrows had limited power and could not pierce the soul power defenses of high-ranking Soul Masters. They barely managed to survive, but the reversed assault shook them to their cores, leaving their faces filled with horror.
At the front of the crowd, a middle-aged Soul Douluo with a bald crown went pale. He immediately roared, "Retreat! Hurry! This kind of strength is far beyond anything we can withstand!"
Before his words had faded, he was already hurtling backward, his Soul Rings flashing rapidly as he drove his movement technique to its limit to escape.
The remaining Soul Saints who had survived by sheer luck felt a bone-deep chill. Not daring to linger in battle for even a moment, they followed close behind, fleeing toward the army gathering deep within the forest.
Qian Renxue and Qian Renyou showed no intention of pursuing the fleeing men.
They walked unhurriedly, heading straight toward Xue Beng's Imperial Carriage.
Along their path, every plant and tree that obstructed them was crushed through the middle by sword energy.
Every defending soldier lying in ambush fell in an instant, unable to withstand even a single exchange.
If a hill blocked their path, they leveled it. If a tree stood in their way, they cut it down. If a person obstructed them, they killed him instantly.
Not a blade of grass survived along their route, and slaughter surged to the heavens.
Over those few short miles, more than ten thousand elite Heaven Dou troops threw themselves forward in successive waves, forming layer upon layer of resistance. Yet not one could withstand a single strike from Qian Renxue.
Piercing screams, shattering weapons, and exploding soul power rang out without end. Thousands fell in succession, their blood soaking the gray stones of the forest and their corpses piling