"Pfft!" Haotian was a mighty Quasi-Saint who had achieved the two-corpse slash. Though Yang Jian had reached late Taiyi Golden Immortal and ranked among the finest third-generation disciples of the Mystic Gate, the gulf between them remained immense. A single palm strike made him cough up blood and sent him flying backward.
And that was only because Haotian had held back. Otherwise, Yang Jian would already have breathed his last in Chao Ge City.
"You still need to train much harder before you have any chance of avenging your parents and elder brother," Haotian told Yang Jian. Then he turned, vanished in a streak of golden light, and flew toward the temple where King Zhou was imprisoned.
"Damn it!" Yang Jian snarled in frustration as he climbed to his feet, clutching his chest and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He knew he was no match for Haotian, but after so many years of grueling training, he had thought he could at least exchange a few blows with him. He had never imagined... that he would fail to withstand even a single strike. At this rate, did he truly have any hope of revenge?
Doubt began to cloud Yang Jian's mind.
Bang! Just then, the ground beside him burst apart, and an ugly little man and a fresh-faced youth carrying the Fire-Tipped Spear sprang out from underground.
"Second Brother Yang, Martial Uncle sent us to help you. We brought a magical treasure that can break the restrictive formation imprisoning Daji." As he spoke, Nezha raised the Darksteel Divine Arrow in his hand.
Seeing his two brothers arrive on time as planned, Yang Jian calmed down a little. He steadied himself, then asked Nezha, "What is that arrow?"
"This is a Sun-Shooting Divine Arrow that Eldest Martial Uncle