NOVPUB"Xuanyou Palm!"
Without waiting for the chilling young man to think any further, he let out a thunderous shout as he suddenly turned and struck downwards with his right palm. The mighty palm force rolled in like dark clouds, revealing a profound level of inner strength utterly incongruent with his youthful appearance, a level of cultivation normal people couldn’t reach even after a century of arduous training!
"Swish!"
In the next instant, an arrow wrapped in rainbow light, carrying the power to penetrate anything, spiraled and whistled towards him, accompanied by the explosive sound of wind and thunder.
"Crack!"
The thick palm force was violently pierced through, and the cold young man felt as if he was facing the onrush of a hurricane, thunderbolts striking. One of his arms exploded inch by inch, and with it, half of his body turned into a mist of blood. His entire form was flung away, crashing to the ground like a broken sack, his eyes wide open, blood spilling from his mouth, life swiftly fading.
The man bound to the iron pillar was splashed with the scalding blood. He stared blankly at the scene, unable to fathom that the two martial artists, who had looked so high and mighty not too long ago, treating him like a lamb to the slaughter, had met such a gruesome end right before his eyes.
"Hahaha! Well killed! Brilliantly killed!"
Soon, the man began to laugh heartily. He didn’t understand who had killed these two inside the Profound Darkness Sect, but right now, seeing his enemies dead was utterly satisfying. He was willing to die right then and there without any regrets!
"The third one!"
Having killed two men, Su Changkong stood on the back of the phantom white crane. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s and he changed direction, aiming for the third Innate Martial Artist he had spotted. Releasing an arrow, it transformed into a long rainbow, stirring up wind and thunder!
"Clang clang clang!"
"Enemy raid! Enemy raid!"
As Su Changkong continually slaughtered his foes, the commotion he caused alerted the Profound Darkness Sect’s warriors immediately. The warning bell resounded across the entirety of Profound Darkness Mountain along with the loud shouting of the sect’s disciples.
"The enemy... The enemy is in the sky?"
"Someone is riding a flying mount!"
Quickly, from the direction of the incoming arrows, people saw Su Changkong standing on the back of the phantom white crane in the high sky.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Su Changkong’s hands moved simultaneously, drawing the bow left and right. One after another, arrows fell from the sky like meteor showers, each tracing an arc through the sky, piercing through their targets with lethal precision and leaving little room for accidents.
"Damn it! Who is this Godlike Archer? And he’s tamed a flying mount too!"
One of the Profound Darkness Sect’s elders looked up to the sky at Su Changkong, who was continuously shooting arrows down into the sect, with a mix of shock and fury.
If the enemy were on the ground, they would stand a chance to fight back, but with him shooting arrows from a height of over a thousand meters, they were helpless, forced to watch powerlessly.
"Which esteemed friend graces us with their presence? Please, come down for a chat!"
At this time, from atop a peak of Profound Darkness Mountain, a deep voice rang out. The voice was not loud, but it echoed through the entire mountain. Birds flying in the sky dropped to the ground bleeding from their mouths and nostrils due to the expanding sound waves, an indication of the profound inner strength of the speaker!
He was an old man with white facial hair, appearing to have the demeanor of an immortal.
"It’s Deputy Sect Master Fan Gao!"
Everyone’s eyes lit up, as they found their pillar of strength.
This elderly man, who seemed to have an immortal-like presence, was the Deputy Sect Master of the Profound Darkness Sect. His strength was unfathomable, and within the sect, only the Sect Master stood above him.
Deputy Sect Master Fan Gao’s heart was also filled with both shock and anger as someone attacked the Profound Darkness Sect, riding a flying mount and attacking from the sky, and in a short amount of time, at least twenty sect disciples had fallen to this archer’s arrows.
Su Changkong had seen Deputy Sect Master Fan Gao, but he had come with the sole purpose of seeking the Innate Qi and for the Spirit Vein of the Profound Darkness Sect. Negotiation was out of the question; his aim was to eliminate anyone who dared to block his path!
"Boom boom boom!"
Su Changkong concentrated his Essence Qi Spirit and loosed another arrow, which pulled in nature’s spiritual energy as it flew, splitting into three. The central arrow was flanked by two made of wind and thunder, creating a devastating storm accompanied by the thunderous roars, a formidable sight.
"Damned fool!"
Su Changkong released his arrows without a word and Fan Gao’s anger exploded. Facing the three incoming arrows, he slapped with both hands, his left palm wreathed in frost that froze the air itself, while his right palm burned fiercely with flames that ignited the surrounding flora. 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝖔𝔪
"Boom boom boom!"
In a series of explosive sounds, the small mountain trembled, stones flying amidst the rampaging thunderstorm.
A broken arrow was thrown into the air, and Fan Gao stood his ground, having forcefully resisted Su Changkong’s wind and thunder-infused arrow with his bare palms!
"Impressive strength... especially his profound inner strength mastery, not much weaker than Duanmu Tao. It will be quite difficult to kill him with just archery; I should take care of the others first!"
Su Changkong was slightly surprised, realizing that this white-haired elder Fan Gao was likely one of the top experts in the Profound Darkness Sect. Trying to kill him from a distance with arrows would be very challenging, so Su Changkong didn’t linger on him and instead directed his arrows towards other Innate Martial Artists of the sect.
Fan Gao could withstand it, but the other sect martial artists, even the Innate Martial Artists, could hardly bear Su Changkong’s arrows!
"Pfft pfft pfft!"
One after another, rainbow-lit arrows plunged from the sky, tearing apart the buildings below, and the martial artists hiding within could not escape being killed by a single shot.
And yet, as Su Changkong rode his flying mount, no matter how furious they were, they simply could not touch him.
This was the advantage of flight, coupled with mastery in archery; it was like adding wings to a tiger, like a bomber in air-raid mode, attacking from another dimension. Those martial artists who could not fly could only become living targets for Su Changkong.
