Such spearwork was undoubtedly something that could never be attained through effort alone. No amount of sweat would suffice. Only in this age, when the earth was rich and heavy, imbued with extraordinary qualities, could people born extraordinary from the start continually emerge.
Sadly, even extraordinary people could not ultimately withstand the strength of many united as one. Take Qiao Jiang—despite such talent, after more than a decade, he had risen no higher than a Banner Commander. Had he not been discovered, he would only have languished in obscurity for the rest of his life.
But now, his talent coupled with a divine weapon of unique properties had unleashed terrifying destructive power.
There had once been a Human Immortal's assessment of such a strike: within a hundred paces, it could kill a Golden Immortal!
Of course, a Golden Immortal's divine perception was incomparably sharp. The moment they sensed something amiss, they would evade. A Golden Immortal's Dao arts could summon thunder and kill from a hundred paces away; it was only that using Dao arts to slay an important enemy figure would invite the backlash of fate.
Yet with a Golden Immortal's Dao Fruit, so long as they did not directly strike the emperor dead, killing anyone with Dao arts would at most leave them severely injured. They could not die on the spot.
At this moment, Zhao Cheng was undoubtedly just a hundred paces away from Qiao Jiang.
Zhao Cheng was fast, but naturally, he was not faster than a bullet at present. One soaring stride carried him merely a dozen or so paces, while the black streak had already crossed the distance of a hundred.
Then, before Qiao Jiang's utterly disbelieving eyes, the black streak silently evaporated. He could even clearly see the bullet turn into powder, the