Chapter Eighty-one: Destruction

ay, and Ji Xin Dao Ren has two religious ceremonies to perform. They are not major events such as weddings or funerals, so the Daoist master can handle them himself. Qin Sang then asked the Daoist mas...At the sight of this, both their faces darkened.

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Qin Sang stepped forward, and the young man in fine clothes immediately retreated with a flick of his wrist. He then drew his bow and shot an arrow, forcing Qin Sang to raise his sword again in response.

Above the rift, rays of rainbow light continued to appear one after another. The azure and white cold air formed a dragon that repeatedly dissipated and regenerated. The two sides were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Qin Sang had also taken the opportunity to unleash two bolts of dark thunder and some ice spikes, but they were easily dodged by the young man in the strong armor. He was still unable to get close to him.

A volley of spirit arrows flew relentlessly. The young man in fine attire displayed exceptional archery skills, leaving Qin Sang with no opportunity to escape. At such a distance, the Zi Hun Ling was utterly useless.

Qin Sang clearly felt the spiritual energy within him being consumed at an alarming rate, but he didn't even have a chance to absorb spirit stones and replenish his spiritual energy.

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However, Qin Sang had long noticed that the speed at which the Precious Bow condensed spirit arrows was also slowing down.

The young man across from him was a level higher in cultivation, but this treasure bow required frequent condensation of spiritual energy to form arrows, consuming much more spiritual energy than the Chi Dragon Sword.

If things continue like this, the advantage will be on our side.

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Qin Sang's eyes narrowed suddenly. He saw the young man in fine clothes smile coldly at him after shooting an arrow, then quickly reached into his pouch and took out a jade bottle. Inside the bottle were two pills that Qin Sang didn't recognize.

The boy in his flashy outfit swallowed a pill without hesitation. His pale face, which had been drained of vitality due to overexerting his spiritual energy, began to slowly regain its color. Then, he looked at Qin Sang with a mocking expression on his face.

A pill that restores spiritual energy!

Seeing this scene, Qin Sang couldn't help but mutter in his heart, This person's foundation is simply too thick.

This divine bow is undoubtedly the pinnacle of exceptional artifacts. A precious elixir can be obtained with just a single use, and taking two of them won't cause any hesitation or regret.

Is this still a casual cultivator

The dashing young man shot arrow after arrow relentlessly, pressing Qin Sang so tightly that there was no way to escape. Qin Sang knew that if this continued, there was no chance of gaining an advantage. His eyes began to wander nervously.

Just then, the dashing young man suddenly let out a sharp cry. His hands frantically surged with an overwhelming amount of spiritual energy, all of which poured into the divine bow.

The Bao bow suddenly blazed with light. The dashing young man held the Bao bow high, his eyes blazing with anger at Qin Sang. His arm bulged with veins as he pulled back the bowstring, instantly condensing three gigantic spirit arrows!

“Kill!”

With a roar from the dashing young man, three spirit arrows shot out, breaking through the air and finally merging into one in mid-air.

A gust of wind whipped up by the spiritual arrow struck them head-on. The whistling sound of the arrow seemed to carry a hint of thunderous might, shaking the heavens. Its terrifying power far surpassed that of the previous few arrows, arriving in an instant.

Qin Sang's heart was filled with a sense of foreboding, and every hair on his body stood on end. This arrow was too fast, he couldn't dodge it in time.

Qin Sang tightly gripped the Chi Long Sword, no longer daring to be distracted. He focused all his attention on urging the Chi Long Sword, putting every ounce of strength into delivering a single, powerful strike.

The chill on the Chi Dragon Sword instantly vanished, and the blade, like Qin Sang's face, turned an unnatural pale.

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The head of the chimera dragon was now twice its size, resembling a real dragon. It faced any challenge without fear and reared its head high!

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The Cīlóng's jaws gaped wide in fury, its roar shaking the heavens as it swallowed the spirit arrow whole.

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Suddenly, a streak of seven rainbow lights appeared abruptly within the body of the dragon. They fluctuated violently inside, as if struggling against the cold air, but failed to break through it.

It seems that the Chi Long is gaining the upper hand.

The scene was a great surprise to the youth in fine clothes, who couldn't help but furrow his brow.

On the other hand, Qin Sang's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly raised his Chi Long sword and blocked it in front of him.

The next moment, with a deafening boom, the Chi Dragon exploded directly. The icy air that made up its body was shattered into countless fragments, and endless cold wind raged in all directions. The ravines on either side seemed to enter winter instantly, with frost covering the grass and trees.

And although that spirit arrow was much dimmer than before, it still had some power left. With a flash, it appeared in front of Qin Sang's brow and struck the Chi Dragon Sword with perfect accuracy.

Thankfully, Qin Sang was quick-witted. He silently rejoiced as a tremendous force struck him, causing his arms to tremble violently. The Chi Long Sword emitted a sharp, ringing clang, the sound somehow off-key.

Qin Sang had no time to pay attention to these things. Taking advantage of this force, his figure retreated while flying, then set up a phantom wind and turned his head to escape.

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The young man in armor, emboldened by his success, raised his bow again, aiming it at Qin Sang. The first arrow was dodged by Qin Sang, but before the second could be fired, the spirit arrow dissipated before it even took shape. He hurriedly flipped over his treasure bow and saw that most of the gemstones had lost their luster, with some even showing cracks.

The youth in fine attire let out a furious snarl, slamming his arm down hard. His face contorted with anger as he glared at Qin Sang who was fleeing rapidly. He rolled his eyes, stowing the bow in his pouch and drawing out a pair of slender, elegant swords. Then, he raised a sheet of green leaves.

The leaves are shaped like bamboo leaves, emerald green and swaying in the wind. A young man in fine clothes holds a sword and leaps across the leaves, relentlessly pursuing his target, his speed matching that of the wind itself.

The Mirror Formation was not far from the valley entrance. Qin Sang rode the wind and, with a few leaps and bounds, arrived soon after.

The youth in fine attire didn't suspect anything amiss, closely following behind. Seeing Qin Sang's speed slow down, he thought the other's spiritual energy was depleted and unable to wield his magical artifact. A hint of joy appeared on his face, but suddenly the bronze mirror on the ground flipped over, spewing out streaks of black energy. The youth in fine attire was filled with shock and anger as he fell into the mirror array trap.

The mist barrier formed by the mirror array rattled and vibrated, the bronze mirrors trembling as well, emitting a clear, high-pitched tremor. Clearly, the young man in fine clothes inside was fighting back frantically.

Qin Sang clutched the Huaxin Mirror, his expression tense. He finally completed the mirror formation, and as the bronze mirror flew to the top of the formation and covered it, the formation stabilized.

Qin Sang let out a long breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, he had been prepared beforehand. Otherwise, facing such a formidable enemy, he would have probably only had the option of running for his life.

As the young man in fine attire struggled within the mirror array, Qin Sang suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly took out the Chi Dragon Sword to examine it, and upon seeing it, his face darkened immediately.

A prominent crack appeared beside the sword's jaw of the Chimera Sword!

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It's unclear whether it was a coincidence, or if the Chi Dragon Sword was inherently fragile. It's unbelievable that such a top-grade magic artifact could be so easily damaged.

Qin Sang's eyes flickered, the Chi Long Sword didn't seem completely broken, but before it was repaired, he didn't dare use it again. The sword breaking was a small matter, what if it suddenly snapped during a fight His own life could be at risk.

Having put the Chi Long Sword into his pouch, Qin Sang glared at the mirror array. Thinking of how such a fine artifact was destroyed in this person's hands, he felt a surge of resentment. He immediately sat cross-legged, grasped a spirit stone, and summoned his Obsidian Sword.higher realms.Qin Sang thought to himself, regardless of the motives of the Witch Clan, it had nothing to do with him. Now that both clans were laying down their arms and the situation was stable, it...