The arrow was deflected!
“Close call!”
Lin Yun broke a cold sweat for himself.
Good thing Mo Yangrong had tipped him off by announcing the shot, giving him time to brace, or he might not have blocked that arrow!
“Hm?”
Wei Qi’s eyes flashed with surprise as Lin Yun parried it.
He knew that, even with forewarning and defense, no third-rank Mahayana realm cultivator should withstand his arrow’s force.
Yet Lin Yun had.
“Wei Qi, freestyle it, target the others first! Hit this bloke and Zhu Xu at random intervals, keep them guessing!” Mo Yangrong ordered.
He’d realized his earlier command had given Lin Yun a heads-up.
Wei Qi nodded, drawing his bow again.
*Whoosh!*
An arrow packed with colossal force vanished, reappearing to drop another Zhu second-rank Mahayana realm cultivator in a blink.
He kept drawing!
In that brief span, Lin Yun cut down another Mo Mahayana realm cultivator in the fray.
Meanwhile, Zhu Xu struggled, double-teamed by two Mo Mahayana realm cultivators, a gash already on his arm.
The rest of Zhu’s crew were too tied up to help.
“Zhu Xu, die!”
A blade swung at Zhu Xu’s back, aiming to finish him.
“Damn it!”
Zhu Xu’s weapon was locked with the front foe, no chance to block.
*Slash!*
Just as the blade neared, a sword flash cut through, felling the attacker.
“Brother Lin Yun!”
Zhu Xu beamed—Lin Yun’s kill had saved his skin!
“Brother Zhu Xu, this won’t do, Wei Qi’s picking off your Mahayana realm cultivators one by one with that bow,” Lin Yun said gravely.
He dispatched Mo’s Mahayana realm cultivators like sipping tea.
But Wei Qi carved through Zhu’s lot just as easily.
Worse, Wei Qi posed a real threat to Lin Yun.
“I know, but… what can we do?” Zhu Xu’s face was pale, helpless.
“We’ve got to charge him, take out Wei Qi! His archery’s ace, but close combat’s his weak spot—get near, and he’s done!” Lin Yun said.
As they spoke, another Zhu Mahayana realm cultivator fell to Wei Qi’s arrow.
They’d barely clashed long, yet Wei Qi had four Zhu kills—if this kept up, Zhu’s Mahayana realm cultivators would be wiped out fast.
Zhu Xu groaned, “Wei Qi’s relentless with that bow, charging him’s near impossible! Mo Yangrong and his crew guard him, and these Mo Mahayana realm cultivators pin us down—breaking through’s a pipe dream.”
“You lot hold these Mo Mahayana realm cultivators here, I’ll close in!” Lin Yun said.
Wei Qi was the game-changer.
Lin Yun was confident he could shred all Mo’s Mahayana realm cultivators here.
But he feared Wei Qi’s arrow catching him off-guard mid-fight.
Wei Qi’s threat loomed largest—Lin Yun had to strike first, neutralize that danger, the rest were small fry!
“Brother Lin Yun, you’re going?” Zhu Xu blinked.
Before he could say more, Lin Yun streaked off toward Wei Qi’s posse!
“Brother Lin Yun!”
Zhu Xu watched, torn between worry and guilt.
Lin Yun, charging out, summoned his 128-sword array to shield himself.
“Look, that bloke’s rushing Mo Yangrong and Wei Qi!” the distant onlooker cultivators shouted.
The scene fired them up.
“Hm? He’s coming at us?” Mo Yangrong gawked at Lin Yun, stunned.
He hadn’t expected Lin Yun to solo-charge their seven, including Wei Qi.
Wei Qi, mid-draw, spotted Lin Yun, aimed skyward, and loosed.
*Whoosh!*
An arrow rained down, targeting Lin Yun from above, but the sword array blocked it.
Still, the impact jolted Lin Yun—rough going.
His defense was top-notch, showing how brutal that arrow was!
After parrying.
“Qingyun Illusion Technique!”
A fierce soul-sense wave erupted from Lin Yun’s mind-sea, blanketing Mo Yangrong, Wei Qi, and the five Mahayana realm cultivators nearby.
Qingyun Illusion’s potency hinged on soul-sense level—not tiered like body-refining, purely tied to soul strength, the higher, the deadlier.
Lin Yun’s soul-sense was divine sixth-rank—too low, and you’d buckle!
Under the illusion, four of Mo Yangrong’s five Mahayana realm cultivators sank fully into it.
Mo Yangrong and Wei Qi blanked for a split second, then snapped back.
Their soul-sense was solid.
Especially Wei Qi—his archery demanded it, making his soul-sense formidable.
“Flying Snow Sword Array!”
“Go!”
As Wei Qi prepped another shot, Lin Yun’s 128 swords blazed into streams, like 128 arrows, all blasting at Wei Qi!
Lin Yun unleashed his tenth-layer Taixu power, demon bones, and mysteries—all in!
These boosts juiced the Flying Snow Sword Array’s might!
Wei Qi’s face shifted, he whipped out a lotus-shaped defense artifact, pouring inner strength to activate it.
Golden light soared, cocooning him in a barrier.
He kept flooding the lotus artifact with inner strength, the glow intensifying.
Wei Qi excelled at archery, not defense—he knew it, so he’d sunk heavy effort and cost into this artifact.
*Bang bang bang!*
The 128 swords hammered the golden shield.
It quaked, Wei Qi paled, pumping more inner strength to hold it.
His face showed strain.
He could tell Lin Yun outclassed typical third-rank Mahayana realm cultivators.
“Flying Snow Sword Array!”
Lin Yun rallied the 128 swords again, hitting Wei Qi once more.
“Wei Qi, I’ll block him—you shoot!”
Mo Yangrong roared, drawing a sword and charging Lin Yun’s array.
The last Mahayana realm cultivator shaken from the illusion joined him.
