"Kill!" A burly man in military garb atop a Flying Luan Soldier let out a roar. Dozens of Immortal Slaying Crossbows mounted on multicolored luans flashed with crimson radiance, drawing in boundless Vast Righteous Qi from within a hundred zhang. "Woooo..." As the crossbows fired, a wail like ghosts weeping and wolves howling filled heaven and earth! Not only did dozens of bolts tear through the sky as though they would shatter the void itself, even the gusts churned up by the bolts were sharp as blades, completely blanketing the space within a hundred zhang!
Likewise, the several dozen Daoist soldiers flew far more slowly than the Immortal Slaying Crossbows. A distance of a hundred zhang vanished faster than a white steed flashing past a crack.
"We'll risk it all!" Qin Ping roared, his eyes already bloodshot. He spun around and opened his mouth, sending a fist-sized drop of water soaring into the air. A jade-green curtain of water emerged from the droplet, wrapping around Qin Ping like a flowing sash. The droplet spun rapidly above his head as thick streams of Primordial Qi continuously poured into it.
Crack! An Immortal Slaying Crossbow bolt arrived, striking the droplet dead-on. A flash glinted from the arrowhead, which was finer than a needlepoint, and countless inscriptions rose like dust motes. The Immortal Slaying Crossbow, forged and tempered countless times by a Grand Artifact Master using who knew how many rare materials, easily pierced into the water droplet. As the droplet burst, endless water vapor rushed into the crossbow bolt. Though it scattered many of the inscriptions, the inscriptions were like poetry, like prose, intimately linked to one another. The instant they dispersed into the air, they gave off a sound like chanting and gathered together again!
If even the water droplet could