Terror Arrow Momentum! Returning Home!

A Spirit Vein Realm cultivator had been beaten half to death in a single move before everyone's eyes.

So many Spirit Vein Realm cultivators were present. Seeing Senior Brother Li's state, their hearts began to pound like drums. They looked at Taishu Jing as if he were a monster. They could not understand it—Taishu Jing had not even used spiritual power, yet he had sent someone flying with one slap. Just how terrifying was that strength?

Roar!

Little White cried out happily. It knew Taishu Jing had acted for its sake. It had long found these people displeasing to the eye. Just now, they had used despicable methods to ambush it. Had Taishu Jing not stopped them, its Dragon Soul would have suffered grave damage. Now that it saw those people coming up empty-handed, it was delighted.

"This is impossible!"

Qingming and Qingfeng growled. A Spirit Vein Realm cultivator had actually been crippled so easily by him, and with Pure Strength at that. Even if this young boy were also in the Spirit Vein Realm, it should have been impossible. Such a thing could only happen in the Blood Bone Realm.

And that male disciple from Blood Soul Island was clearly not in the Blood Bone Realm. He was in the Spirit Vein Realm just like them—unless his Spirit Vein Realm cultivation was fake.

"Unbelievable. He can easily kill Spirit Vein Realm cultivators with physical strength alone, and he is so young. He is absolutely a peerless prodigy." Xu Huai looked at Taishu Jing as though he had found a treasure.

"As expected, he is no ordinary child," Yu'er, the young girl beside him, said with a smile.

Taishu Jing looked at his palm. It had felt like swatting a mosquito—nothing but air. He could not even use too much force, or he might slap the man apart. What a nuisance.

"What a weakling. I didn't feel a thing. This young master couldn't even use much strength, afraid I'd slap him into pulp. I told you to let this old fellow do it, but you insisted on putting on airs. What a fine act!"

Taishu Jing shot Fang Tong a glance and spoke disdainfully.

"You little brat, do not be so arrogant. This old man will now test your skills," Fang Tong said as he stepped forward with Dragon-like Steps, stopping three feet before Taishu Jing.

Seeing that Fang Tong did not dare approach him at all, Taishu Jing knew the old man was puffing out his chest to look bigger than he was. He secretly despised him.

"Fine, then I'm making my move. You'd better catch it," Taishu Jing sneered, then his expression became solemn.

Hum!

An invisible momentum spread from Taishu Jing's body, as though it could pierce the heavens. It shrouded the area thirty feet ahead of him, making every hair stand on end and choking off breath.

"You... monster!"

Fang Tong felt it most deeply. It was as though he had fallen into Icy Water, unable to feel even a trace of warmth. Even his breathing was suppressed. Despair surged into his heart, and it seemed as though he saw his own death.

That sensation stirred memories buried deep within his heart.

Once, the Blood Soul Island Master had taken him out, leaving the Great Marsh of Cloud Dream for a far broader land. There stood a Giant City whose walls alone were hundreds of feet high. Soul Palace Realm cultivators were everywhere, as numerous as cattle hairs, and even Dao Foundation Realm cultivators were not scarce.

Later, a terrifying aura emerged from within the Giant City, making him feel as though he had fallen into an Ice Cellar. Even his blood had seemed to freeze. At that time, he had felt incomparably insignificant, unable even to control his own life and death, filled with despair.

From then on, he no longer yearned for the world beyond the Great Marsh of Cloud Dream. Over the years, Fang Tong had gradually forgotten this matter, yet today, that memory had returned.

It was not only Fang Tong. The cultivators within thirty feet of Taishu Jing also stiffened all over. Their blood and qi circulated with difficulty, as though trapped in a cage, unable to move.

This was momentum. All Things in Heaven and Earth possessed momentum. Mountains had the momentum of mountain ranges, water had the momentum of flowing rivers, the sun and moon had the momentum of their turning cycle, stars had the momentum of constellations, fire had fiery momentum...

These momenta all originated from All Things in Heaven and Earth. They could not be seen or touched, formless and shadowless, yet they truly existed and could be comprehended. Another kind of momentum originated from weapons. One needed a profound understanding of a weapon, perhaps even experience in slaughter and battle, before it could be comprehended—such as Sword Momentum and Blade Momentum.

What Taishu Jing had displayed was Arrow Momentum, his greatest gain over these past two months. For a month and a half, he had practiced archery from dawn until dusk every day, never ceasing in his diligent cultivation. Other than eating, he was practicing archery. Not a single day had he slacked off.

Because of this, Taishu Jing had used his powerful comprehension to achieve an evolution from Arrow Intent to Arrow Momentum.

Intent originated from oneself and could be used within techniques to strengthen attacks. Momentum, however, borrowed the Power of Heaven and Earth, possessing the might to suppress all things. It made people feel as though they were fighting against heaven and earth itself. When fused into a Great Attack Technique, its power could shake the heavens and split the earth.

"This time, Jing has gone ahead of me."

Feeling the Arrow Momentum on Taishu Jing's body, Taishu Yun spoke softly. His Star Cloud Bell differed from Taishu Jing's Starfall Bow. Its offensive momentum was not so fierce and lacked some sharpness, so the momentum within weapons did not suit him.

Taishu Yun was also on the verge of comprehending momentum. He had already comprehended the Battle Intent within his own Battle Dao, and it was about to transform into Battle Momentum. If he could gain insight through battle, it would transform faster. Unfortunately, he had yet to find a suitable opponent, one insufficient to stir his Battle Intent.

If he comprehended it through himself, it would merely take more time. What he lacked least was time.

"This ends here. But only this once. This young master does not have such good patience."

Seeing Fang Tong standing there as though frightened witless, Taishu Jing found it dull and withdrew his Arrow Momentum.

"Phew... this... this lowly one understands."

Only after the Arrow Momentum receded did Fang Tong slowly feel that he was still alive. He was drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of a pool. He looked at Taishu Jing as though he were looking at some terrifying thing. Faced with Taishu Jing's warning, he hurriedly lowered his head in response.

The cultivators standing closer were likewise drenched in cold sweat. In terror, they backed away and shoved desperately backward, as though some terrifying creature were drawing near.

"Why aren't you backing away? Are you courting death?!"

"Hurry up, that's a monster!"

"I want to go home!"

"..."

Curses rose and fell. Every cultivator who had experienced the Arrow Momentum was scared half to death. The words Precious Blood no longer existed in their minds. All they could think of was that their lives came first.

The cultivators who had been shoved aside were completely bewildered. They watched those people flee as though they had seen ghosts, having no idea what had happened. They had only felt a chill for an instant just now. How had things become like this?

"Ah, boring. I might as well go home and sleep."

Before he had even begun to exert himself, the enemy had already fallen. Taishu Jing thought of those words, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Hearing Taishu Jing mutter, Fang Tong gave a bitter smile. You are simply too monstrous. A peerless prodigy like you should not appear in this Great Marsh of Cloud Dream. The outside world is your stage.

"Elder Xu, what happened to them?"

Qingming and Qingfeng stared wide-eyed. Everything had been fine, yet a huge group of people had been frightened away, even claiming there was a monster. Were those words something cultivators should say?

Receiving no answer, the two looked toward Xu Huai and found him standing in a daze, though his eyes were filled with shock.

"Elder Xu, what is wrong with you? Don't tell me you saw a monster too?"

Seeing him like this, Qingming and Qingfeng felt depressed.

"Ahem, don't speak nonsense. What monster could there be in this world? This old man is merely too astonished."

Xu Huai glared at the two martial brothers.

"Elder Xu, what are you astonished about? Those people?" Yu'er asked.

Xu Huai shook his head without speaking.

This made the girl and the two martial brothers even more curious. What could have shocked Elder Xu so greatly that he had lost his composure? It had to be something astonishing.

"Brother, let's go. It's time to head back."

Walking to Taishu Yun's side, Taishu Jing nodded at him.

"Mm. Little Fire, I'll trouble you," Taishu Yun said to Little Fire with a smile.

Cry!

Little Fire gave a soft cry and lowered its head slightly, allowing Taishu Yun to climb on. Seeing this, Taishu Yun leaped onto Little Fire's back, and Taishu Jing followed him up.

"Jing, what are you climbing up for?" Taishu Yun asked.

"To go home!" Taishu Jing replied as though it were only natural.

"What about Little White?"

"Just let it follow us. It won't get lost, will it?"

"You... blockhead. Get down."

Tap!

Taishu Jing landed steadily on the ground. He turned back to look at Taishu Yun with grievance in his eyes. "Brother, you're too stingy."

"Go communicate properly with Little White. Little Fire and I will wait for you. Otherwise, walk home yourself."

Taishu Yun gave him a sidelong glance. Little Fire spread its wings and slowly rose into the air.

"People's hearts are no longer what they once were!"

Taishu Jing walked before Little White and looked at it, thinking, Is a True Dragon meant to be ridden? I told it not to follow me. I don't want to be any Dragon Rider.

Roar!

Little White came before Taishu Jing and lowered its body, signaling for him to climb on. Taishu Jing looked at it with a headache, seized by the urge to walk home. But he held himself back. With a light push of his feet, he leaped onto Little White's head. Before him were two snow-white, crystalline dragon horns. He sat down just like that. "Tell me, why must you follow me? If I were you, I'd have gone off to live free and happy long ago."

Roar!

Little White's dragon body coiled and moved, carrying Taishu Jing into the sky until it reached Little Fire's side.

"Little Fire, Little White, head in that direction." Taishu Yun pointed out a direction for Little Fire and Little White. One Dragon and One Phoenix immediately flew that way, vanishing beyond the horizon in the blink of an eye.