Chapter 1669: The Ghost Dao of the Witch Clan
Upon the arena stage.
With the Nine Dragons Fire-Avoiding Shield protecting him, Wang Qian immediately seized the chance to close in. His eyes carried both caution and dense killing intent.
"Infernal Winds Howl!"
Wang Qian let out a low shout.
Wuuu!
A shrill, desolate wail of ghosts echoed into everyone's hearts.
It felt as though the crowd had been cast beneath the eighteenth layer of hell itself, where ghostly cries and miserable howls filled every corner.
In an instant, layers upon layers of tangible black wind rose beneath Wang Qian's feet, gradually wrapping around his entire body until his figure could no longer be seen.
Yet amid the surging black winds, vague, ferocious ghost faces flickered in and out of sight, releasing piercing ghostly shrieks.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
Within the area covered by the black winds, the ancient bronze beneath his feet emitted plumes of corrosive white smoke.
Chilling gusts slowly spread through the surroundings, sending coldness creeping down everyone's spines.
The Elder Haoling from the Wulei Sacred Land revealed a look of surprise.
"If this old man is not mistaken, the technique Wang Qian is using resembles the Ghost Dao of the ancient Witch God Clan."
The Pavilion Master Xiaoyun from the Yunluo Sacred Land nodded with a smile.
"Senior Haoling truly possesses sharp insight."
"That boy Wang Qian indeed carries a trace of the ancient Witch God Clan bloodline. This sinister wind is the innate talent hidden within his bloodline. At first, this old man believed he had cultivated some sort of evil dao technique, but only later did I realize it was his natural gift."
"Hahaha..."
Elder Haoling laughed loudly, though inwardly he sneered.
He was merely a descendant of the Witch God Clan with diluted bloodline. Compared to Ye Ting, he was still far inferior.
On the side of the Dongling Immortal Pool, Saint Lady Bi Luo's heart had practically risen into her throat.
Wang Qian had brought out the Nine Dragons Fire-Avoiding Shield and was now displaying the Witch Clan's Ghost Dao divine abilities. Could Ling Feng still withstand him this time?
"Kneel for me!"
Wang Qian transformed into black wind and crossed ten meters in a single step, almost like teleportation itself.
Whoosh!
Everywhere he passed, white smoke violently surged from the ground, corroding everything nearby.
Before he even drew close, Ling Feng already felt stinging pain across his body. Black droplets rained down around him like a violent summer storm.
Just a trace of the aftershock alone was several times stronger than "Wind Rising from the Nine Netherworlds." If someone confronted it head-on, they would likely be corroded into a puddle of blood instantly.
"Sigh..."
Ling Feng shook his head and let out a helpless sigh.
It seemed he would have to expose a tiny bit more of his trump cards after all.
A dark glow flashed.
In the next moment, a simple and unadorned black longbow appeared in Ling Feng's hands. At the same time, three arrows radiating dim dark light floated behind him.
"A pseudo-celestial artifact, huh? Is it really that impressive?"
Ling Feng lazily looked toward Wang Qian, who was charging straight at him.
So Wang Qian had a pseudo-celestial artifact?
Then he could taste the might of a real celestial artifact.
"The Three Forms of Yi! Falling Star Form!"
Ling Feng pulled back the bowstring and directly unleashed all eleven Primordial Locks within his body, firing a Dragon Essence Arrow.
Instantly, a dazzling beam of light tore through the heavens, pierced across the boundless starry sky, and shot forth.
Wang Qian threw back his head and laughed wildly.
"Useless!"
Swish!
With a flip of his palm, Wang Qian took out a mask and placed it over his face.
In the next moment, another layer of green light enveloped his body. Apart from the Nine Dragons Fire-Avoiding Shield, this was yet another powerful defensive treasure.
"This is the Ten-Thousand-Year Black Turtle Mask. You can forget about breaking through my dual defenses!"
Buzz buzz!
Sure enough, although Ling Feng's arrow collided violently against the green barrier and sent sparks flying everywhere, it failed to break through the incomparably sturdy shield.
"I already told you. It's useless!"
Wang Qian's confidence surged. Roaring savagely, he rushed forward once more, his fists wrapped in black wind as he brutally smashed toward Ling Feng's head.
"So even the Bow of Yi isn't enough?"
Ling Feng pursed his lips, entirely calm and unhurried.
He directly removed a Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow.
Thunk!
Ling Feng pushed off the ground with one foot, widening the distance between himself and Wang Qian. Simultaneously, he activated Dragon-Elephant Divine Strength and used the Strength of Ten Dragons to fully draw the bowstring before fiercely firing the Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow.
Whoosh!
A piercing sound ripped through the air as the arrow shot ruthlessly toward Wang Qian's barrier.
"Didn't you hear me? It's useless! You can just-"
Wang Qian sneered mockingly, but the next instant, his voice abruptly stopped.
Crack!
A crisp sound of shattering rang out.
A fracture had appeared in the green barrier surrounding him.
Even the Black Turtle Mask on Wang Qian's face revealed a faint crack.
"How is this possible?"
Disbelief filled Wang Qian's eyes.
This was the Ten-Thousand-Year Black Turtle Mask!
How terrifying did an attack need to be in order to pierce through its defense?
Was Ling Feng really only a first-stage Human Emperor at the limit?
Yet Ling Feng paid no attention whatsoever to Wang Qian's horrified expression. Instead, he simply rested his chin in thought and muttered to himself,
"Looks like the Strength of Ten Dragons is still a little too gentle. Then let's try twenty dragons instead."
Whoosh!
Another arrow shot out.
Bang!
This time, the Black Turtle Mask cracked three more times in succession.
The green barrier surrounding Wang Qian was now covered in spiderweb-like fractures that continuously spread outward.
It looked as though one more arrow would completely shatter the shield.
"Damn it!"
Wang Qian's eyelids twitched violently.
Why did Ling Feng's bow and arrows possess such horrifying power?
This was simply heaven-defying!
At that moment, someone below the stage suddenly shouted loudly.
"Hahaha! I remember now! Isn't that the Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow that Senior Brother Ling won back from the Northern Barbarians last time?"
"Holy crap, it really is the Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow! The sacred relic of the Northern Barbarians! It's comparable to a celestial artifact! Senior Brother Ling is truly Senior Brother Ling. So damn awesome!"
"Hahaha! What's a pseudo-celestial artifact worth? Senior Brother Ling has an actual celestial artifact!"
For a moment, the disciples of the Dongling Immortal Pool became wildly excited again.
Earlier, the disciples of the Yunluo Sacred Land had mocked Ling Feng, asking why he did not bring out a pseudo-celestial artifact himself if he was so capable.
And now, Ling Feng had directly revealed a true celestial artifact!
Compared to a celestial artifact, a pseudo-celestial artifact was trash!
Those disciples from the Yunluo Sacred Land who had been smug moments ago now felt their faces burning hot. They were rendered completely speechless by the taunts from the disciples of the Dongling Immortal Pool.
"Your turtle shell is pretty tough!"
Ling Feng sneered coldly as he already grasped the third Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow.
He drew the bow.
Released the arrow.
All in one smooth motion.
This time, Ling Feng directly activated the power of thirty Dragon-Elephant Divine Strengths. Combined with the might of the celestial bow and sinister arrow, the attack exploded with full force.
Boom!
Even space itself seemed on the verge of collapse.
The ground of the sixth arena stage was directly crushed apart by the pressure released from Ling Feng's arrow.
Wherever the arrow passed, the ground deeply caved inward, sinking several chi deep.
One had to remember that this ground was reinforced by barrier arrays.
One could easily imagine how terrifying the power of this arrow truly was.
Crack!
The Ten-Thousand-Year Black Turtle Mask shattered!
Immediately afterward, the Nine Dragons Fire-Avoiding Shield shattered as well!
Two defensive treasures at the pseudo-celestial artifact level were completely destroyed.
Bang!
Wang Qian was blasted flying by the power of the arrow.
However, the dual defensive barriers had indeed neutralized most of the force. Although he was blown away, he did not suffer overly severe injuries.
Yet compared to the wounds on his body, the pain in his heart hurt far more.
Two pseudo-celestial artifacts!
Wang Qian's heart was bleeding.
Those treasures were practically his entire fortune.
And now, every last one of them had been destroyed!
Originally, he had intended to rely on those two treasures to contend against the top experts of the second echelon.
But now, everything was ruined!
"Ling Feng!"
Wang Qian's rage surged sky-high. His furious eyes locked onto Ling Feng as though he wished to devour his flesh alive.
Layers of black sinister wind wildly churned around him, fully revealing the fury burning within his heart.