Wei Qi, clad in beast hides, drew a red greatbow, nocking an arrow and pulling back with force.
The bow bent, exuding mountain-moving might, the air around it swirling fiercely as terrifying power gathered fast.
“Trouble!”
Zhu Xu and the Zhu Clan’s Mahayana realm cultivators paled dramatically.
Even if they wanted to flee now, Mo’s Mahayana realm cultivators had blocked their retreat.
A red arrow streaked through the void, vanishing.
The Zhu crew stared ahead, trying to guard against the incoming shot, but it was traceless.
Next moment, the void-piercing arrow reappeared.
*Thwack!*
It struck a second-rank Mahayana realm cultivator’s forehead, piercing clean through.
He didn’t even have time to block—dead on the spot.
“This bloke’s archery is unreal!”
Lin Yun, witnessing Wei Qi’s shot, couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
He’d dabbled in archery once, relying on brute strength and the bow’s own perks to hit foes.
But watching Wei Qi, his draw wove intricate techniques, channeling ambient heaven-and-earth spiritual qi into it.
He must’ve honed a top-tier archery skill, focusing solely on it to a masterful level.
Specializing often trumped dabbling wide—easier to master, like why Lin Yun considered boosting his alchemy or learning arrays, he’d spread himself thin already.
On the fourth floor, some thirty-odd cultivators training there sensed the commotion and watched from afar.
“Didn’t expect Mo and Zhu to duke it out here.”
“Mo’s roped in Dongyuan’s divine archer Wei Qi, Zhu’s in for a rough one.”
…
The scene screamed an obvious outcome to these onlookers.
In the fray.
“Protector Wen!”
Zhu Xu roared in desperation as the Mahayana realm protector dropped dead.
Wei Qi was too good—they couldn’t block his arrows!
“We’re done! Wei Qi’s archery’s unstoppable, we… we’re not all going down here, are we?”
Seeing Protector Wen fall, the Zhu Mahayana realm cultivators panicked, morale crumbling.
Zhu Xu bellowed, “Protectors, fight back, take on Mo’s Mahayana realm lot, if we die today, we’re dragging some down with us! If anyone breaks out, get to the tower’s exit and tell my father!”
“Right! Take some with us!”
“Kill!”
The protectors turned, charging Mo’s Mahayana realm cultivators blocking the way.
“Brother Lin Yun, I’ve dragged you into this, I’m sorry! Just break out if you can, tell my dad if you make it!” Zhu Xu said.
With that, he plunged into the fight.
Mo’s twenty-plus Mahayana realm cultivators met the Zhu assault, weapons flashing.
*Boom! Clang!*
The melee erupted.
Both sides had over twenty Mahayana realm cultivators, numbers and strength close, normally a slugfest wouldn’t rack up quick losses.
But Wei Qi could tip it.
And someone else, unexpected, could shift the tide.
That was Lin Yun.
“So be it, let’s fight.”
Lin Yun drew his Holy Spirit-grade sword and charged in.
On the fourth floor, these Mahayana realm cultivators had to split focus to resist the tower’s pressure.
Lin Yun, with his robust physique, didn’t—full focus on the fight.
That was his edge.
Rushing in, a Mo third-rank Mahayana realm cultivator met him.
“Kid, you’re third-rank Mahayana, but young, green—watch me end you!”
The cultivator roared, wielding a long halberd, slashing through the void with a radiant arc.
As it neared, Lin Yun sprang.
“Die!”
His sword blazed, power surging into it.
*Clang!*
A brutal clash—space ruptured at the impact!
The force blasted the halberd from the cultivator’s grip, Lin Yun’s sword flowed seamlessly, slicing at his neck.
*Slash!*
Blood sprayed as the blade cut through.
“Guh!”
The third-rank Mahayana realm cultivator clutched his throat, eyes bulging, staring at Lin Yun in disbelief.
Same rank, yet crushed instantly? Unthinkable!
He crumpled.
Lin Yun barely needed tricks to take him out.
“Brother Lin Yun’s that fierce?” Zhu Xu, fighting nearby, gaped.
Same third-rank Mahayana, Lin Yun’s instant kill showed crushing dominance.
As Lin Yun felled his foe, Wei Qi nocked again, dropping another Zhu Mahayana realm cultivator.
Amid the chaos, with both sides tangled, his archery stayed pinpoint—every shot hit a Zhu cultivator.
The distant fourth-floor onlookers locked eyes on Lin Yun.
“Who’s that? Third-rank Mahayana, that strong?”
“Never seen him, Dongyuan’s got no one like that, right?”
Lin Yun’s prowess stunned them.
Now, Wei Qi drew a third time.
“Damn, he killed one of ours, that guy’s got chops!”
“Wei Qi, take him first!”
Mo Yangrong, face twisted, pointed at Lin Yun in the fray.
A third-rank Mo death infuriated him.
Wei Qi aimed at Lin Yun.
*Whoosh!*
An arrow vanished into the void.
“Brother Lin Yun, watch out!” Zhu Xu yelled.
Before, Wei Qi’s targets were a mystery—his arrows untraceable—but Mo Yangrong’s order rang clear: this one was for Lin Yun!
“Flying Snow Sword Array!”
Lin Yun waved, 128 swords flared brilliantly, circling him in a barrier.
*Boom!*
The arrow struck, rattling the array, nearly breaching it, the surge shoving Lin Yun back.
