Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 318 One Arrow

The subtle tremors of the windows of the waterside pavilion three hundred feet away, the humming of the swords hidden in the bamboo baskets of the merchants hiding on the street corner, and even the air currents stirred up by the flapping wings of a swift in the clouds.

Everything is clearly visible down to the smallest detail!

Xu Yunfan suddenly opened his eyes, and in his mind's eye, he simultaneously raised his hand.

As the Sky-Splitting Cloud-Piercing Bow slid from his shoulder into his palm, the dark patterns on the bow shone with a dazzling silver light. The fierce weapon, which had not appeared in the world for three hundred years, passively emitted a thirsty trembling sound under the infusion of Xu Yunfan's pure Yang true energy and massive energy.

The moment his right hand gripped the bowstring, the black steel arrow emitted a dark light as it simultaneously unleashed the combined power of pure Yang true energy and the triple force of the Ten Extremes Martial Arts.

"Boom!"

The bowstring vibrated like thunder, and the moment the arrow left the bow, it created a vacuum within a radius of ten feet!

The arrow shaft was wrapped in a spiraling wave of air, which blew off the roof tiles of buildings in its path, covering a distance of three hundred feet in an instant.

Inside the top floor of the waterside pavilion, several figures were leaning on the railing, gazing into the distance at the Changfeng Restaurant.

Just as the effeminate man at the head of the group was about to speak, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly looked up.

“That’s…?!”

Before the words were even finished, a dark light, wreathed in spiraling air currents, tore through the sky.

Before the arrow even arrived, the violent air pressure had already crushed the window frame into dust.

The old man in the purple robe on the left suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the teacup in his hand shattered with a "crack".

"There's no way to avoid it!"

He roared, his muscles bulging and his body glowing with tortoise-shell energy, but he shattered like paper the moment he touched the arrow.

The young man in the brocade robe had a twisted expression; his previous air of complete control and strategic planning had utterly crumbled.

"I can't die!!!"

"retreat!!"

The effeminate man shouted sharply, and before his words had even finished, he had already vanished in a blur.

However, the instant the arrow pierced the waterside pavilion, the thunderous aftershock of the bowstring rang in everyone's ears, as if death itself were knocking its teeth.

The moment the arrow touched the railing, time seemed to freeze.

They watched as the wooden pillars silently turned into splinters, glazed tiles hung upside down like rain, and their own robes were torn into spiderweb-like cracks by the shockwave…

"boom!"

Half a breath later, a devastating roar engulfed everything.

Before the terror on their faces had faded, they were swallowed up by the collapsing beams and the torn floorboards.

The effeminate man caught a glimpse of the arrow's remaining force tearing open the distant black iron gate before his consciousness completely vanished into darkness.

The moment the top floor of the waterside pavilion came into contact with the arrow, it was as if it were being devoured by an invisible behemoth, and half of the pavilion collapsed with a roar.

Even more terrifying was that the arrow's momentum had not yet dissipated. After piercing through the ruins, it continued to tear apart seven buildings along its path, finally carving a bowl-sized hole in the black iron gate of the outer city of Yujing. The arrow's fletching was still vibrating at a high frequency, spreading the crack in the gate to a range of three zhang!

Amidst the smoke and dust, Xu Yunfan stood holding his bow, gazing indifferently at the end of the arrow's trajectory.

As soon as Xu Yunfan took a step, he suddenly felt the air around him stagnate, as if the entire world was imprisoned by some invisible force.

His eyes were deep and his emotions were completely calm. He suddenly looked up.

A woman in a black palace dress stood silently seven feet in front of him, her toes lightly touching the air as if she were walking on water without leaving a trace.

She was tall and slender, her black hair half-tied up with a gold phoenix hairpin, the loose strands fluttering in the wind, each one seemingly imbued with a chilling sword intent.

The woman's face was like a piece of cold jade, with a red dot between her brows that looked like blood, making her long, narrow phoenix eyes appear even more unfathomable. Her eyes seemed to hold a galaxy hanging upside down, yet they were so cold that they showed no emotion whatsoever. With just a glance, Xu Yunfan felt as if his blood and qi were trapped in a quagmire, and even his pure yang qi stagnated by three points.

"Anyone who takes action without authorization within the city of Yujing shall be executed."

Her voice was clear and cold when she spoke, but the last syllable carried a metallic clang.

With a gentle flick of her wide sleeves, the nine-layered cloud pattern embroidered on the cuffs shimmered, and the fallen leaves within a ten-foot radius hovered in mid-air, their edges gleaming with a frosty, blade-like light.

The frost-covered blade, as gleaming as the woman's sword finger lightly swept across the scene, suddenly transformed into a shower of cold stars, pouring down upon Xu Yunfan.

Each frost blade was solidified, and wherever the blade passed, the air was cut with fine ice marks, even distorting the light.

Xu Yunfan bent slightly, his blood and qi boiling like molten lava, his dragon scale armor jingling and pulsating. The blood qi swirling around him was frozen into crimson ice crystals the moment the frost blade approached, and then crumbled down.

Despite his flustered state, he remained completely calm, his pure Yang energy surging wildly within him, yet he was still suppressed by the chilling sword intent, unable to move an inch.

Despite this environment, he remained steadfast in his grip on the Zhenyue Hanhai Hammer, unleashing the power of the earth's veins to merge with the dragon scale armor.

Just as the frost blade was about to enter Xu Yunfan's front three zhang, the void suddenly trembled.

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All the frost blades vanished as if falling into a furnace, vaporizing and dissipating in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a trace of ice.

"The master of the Heavenly Pivot Sword is Su Wanqing."

An aged yet deep voice descended from the clouds, "It's been many years. Your skill in condensing qi into a sword is even more domineering than those old guys in the Sword Pavilion."

Before the sound arrived, the momentum was already there.

The entire world seemed to be gently caressed by an invisible hand, and the previously stagnant spiritual energy suddenly surged like a tide.

Xu Yunfan felt a lightness all over his body, and the oppressive chill that had made it difficult for him to move melted away silently, like snow meeting the scorching sun.

He suddenly looked up and saw a disheveled figure standing in mid-air, his tattered Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, surrounded by nine layers of innate qi, each layer like a blazing sun hanging in the sky, illuminating the clouds within a hundred feet with golden light!

Dao Zong Bi Sheng!

Xu Yunfan exited the flow state of the Linzi Jue technique, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

He looked at the disheveled old Taoist priest blocking his way and almost burst out laughing.

Who would have thought that Old Deng, who was scolded and confined three times by Master Bi Yuan, would now become his protector?

He suppressed the urge to laugh out loud, and the words Bi Yuan had spoken when he left the sect flashed through his mind: "Go ahead and do it. If the sky falls, there will be someone wise to hold it up."

He guessed at the time that the Dao Sect must have a Grandmaster of the Ninth Realm secretly accompanying them.

But to everyone's surprise, this "expert" turned out to be the same old Taoist Bi Sheng who had misjudged him and then shamelessly came to him!

But what I didn't expect was Bi Sheng.

Bi Sheng seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to glare at him.

His old face, flushed red from drinking to drown his sorrows, was now filled with gritted teeth: "I have to call you my ancestor! You shot down half a street on your very first day in Yujing, do you think this is the archery training ground of the Daoist sect?!"

Xu Yunfan blinked innocently, smiled without saying a word, and said that the Great Zhou was not what it used to be, and would not be afraid to attack the Dao Sect.

The old Taoist priest's withered fingers twitched slightly in his sleeve. He felt an urge to harden upon seeing Xu Yunfan's appearance, and his fist hardened.

When that arrow pierced the sky just now, he clearly saw the trajectory of the arrow tearing through the air, a sight that was truly unforgettable...

"Stinky boy."

Bi Sheng suddenly lowered his voice, a hint of admiration flashing in his cloudy eyes, "This arrow has some of the flair of the 'Heaven-Splitting Bow'."

Seeing the two exchanging glances, Su Wanqing's eyes suddenly turned cold, her dark palace dress fluttered without wind, and the nine-layered cloud pattern on the cuffs shimmered with a dazzling silver light.

(End of this chapter)