Tian You grinned viciously, its dragon head and eight arms spread in a ferocious stance. The yin energy around it was so terrifying that it seemed a gateway to the Nine Nether was about to open wherever it stood.
As though it meant to devour everything here whole.
"Looks like we can only fight to the death."
Qin Wushe, Yan Kuangxing, and Qin Liege all wore grave expressions. They had already foreseen that the Jiedushi's strength surpassed their own.
Even though their martial cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the mortal world,
an instinctive terror urging them to turn and flee still rose uncontrollably in their hearts.
A gale swept through the air, shattered bricks and tiles raining down from high above. Within the imperial city below, cries and screams rang out layer upon layer.
Qin Wushe clenched the Golden-Wing Bow tightly in his five fingers, his pale golden eyes locked upon the enormous phantom ahead.
"There is no retreat." He uttered those four words in a low voice, slowly drawing the bowstring once more.
At that instant, his entire body shone, streaks of lightning flashing across him with blinding brilliance, as though a war god bathed in radiance had descended into the world.
The great bow was drawn into the shape of a full moon, an arrow gleaming like crystal!
Then, with a hum, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Surging bolts of lightning howled down and coiled around the arrow, like a spear of lightning cleaving straight down!
This was a secret killing art Qin Wushe had comprehended on the grasslands in his earlier years. Once unleashed, it was enough to stir the heavens.
Whether summoning wind or calling rain, all followed the will of martial arts!
Lightning and thunder followed like a shadow, their power terrifying beyond imagination.