"Who's there?"
Emperor Jianyuan looked furious.
To prevent Lu Chen from seizing the chance to escape, he dared not divide his attention and could only scour his surroundings with his Divine Sense.
The wound on Emperor Jianyuan's shoulder was actually minor.
This archer's cultivation and Cultivation Body were not particularly strong—in fact, they were weak. Only this person's Martial Intent and Heavenly Orders countered his Martial Dao remarkably well, and the reinforcement of equipment and bloodline raised it to an extremely high level.
But that power was like rootless duckweed.
Although the black, invisible arrow could strike his body, Emperor Jianyuan could shatter and expel it in an instant, then recover swiftly without leaving the slightest trace.
What angered him more was this archer's treasonous audacity, and the fact that a mere fourth-rank Martial Cultivator had wounded him.
And it was very strange!
His Twelve Dragon Divine Heavenly Guard could protect him against all harm.
Even if those twelve stupid dragons had lost their minds to Lu Chen's saber and sword, they could still spontaneously help him counter every threat.
Yet these arrows could pierce through, rendering his Twelve Dragon Divine Heavenly Guard a mere decoration, utterly unresponsive.
Emperor Jianyuan's mind then locked onto the exceptionally vicious Divine Sense aura two li away.
His gaze sharpened slightly, his killing intent as savage as a blade.
"Traitor, die!"
Emperor Jianyuan did not attack Ji Qianqian directly, but with a single thought, he sent three red dragons charging toward her.
However, those crimson dragon silhouettes soon lost their way halfway there.
Lu Chen sneered coldly. "I'm still here, Your Majesty. How can you spare your attention for anyone else?"
A dreamlike sheen shone on his sword as it clashed and thundered against Emperor Jianyuan's Son of Heaven Sword. They exchanged over a