Chapter 85

"Such a talented person, who would dare to call him a waste?"

Gao Yi's face turned pale again. Not long ago, he was also one of those blind people.

In the Donglin Yunlu, as long as they were martial artists, most were proficient in archery. However, such exquisite archery skills as Zong Shou's were one in ten thousand. Even among millions, it was hard to find one.

Someone who could draw a strong bow twenty times in ten breaths could not possibly be the powerless waste he imagined!

A thirteen-year-old Seventh Pulse Secret Martial Artist, no matter where he was, would be enough to shock the world.

What was the purpose of this person going to such great lengths to hide his strength? Is he really the rumored dual-pulse body?

It was laughable that he had not noticed anything strange before.

With such cunning and talent, if this child were to grow up, what would happen?

He couldn't help but feel both surprised and anxious, and a murderous intent arose in his heart. He turned his gaze to the old man surnamed Mi, who, after a moment of contemplation, shook his head: "The matter has already escalated, and it cannot be concealed! We will deal with it later. This child may have some skills, but we can still kill him like a dog. His hidden strength cannot be completely concealed. There will be those who cannot tolerate him—"

He suddenly lashed the whip on the wind-riding steed, accelerating abruptly. Gao Yi's expression darkened, and he coldly glanced back, a murderous intent lurking in his eyes, and followed closely behind. He secretly laughed at himself, feeling composed, but today he almost lost his composure for this soon-to-be-dead person.

Suddenly, a lion's roar echoed from behind. The scythe-tailed lion's mane and whiskers bristled, and the ten knights who were just full of killing intent before him instantly disintegrated. The lion's momentum was immediately restored, and the dispersed spiritual energy suddenly converged again, roaring fiercely. The few cloud-treading steeds that could still stand were thrown into a panic, neighing wildly.

Then, it leaped over the fallen steeds, leaving the remaining two knights behind.

However, at this moment, the two wind-riding steeds in front had already accelerated. Neither Gao Yi nor the innate martial artist had any intention of turning back to fight. They directly left the remaining few knights behind, speeding away into the distance.

The scythe-tailed lion's speed was still far inferior, with only a slightly stronger burst of power. It was already quite injured, and had already run for thousands of feet, showing signs of fatigue. In just a moment, the distance between them grew wider and wider.

Gong Xinran sighed in relief, her mood uncertain whether it was relief or regret. Staring at Gao Yi's back, she felt a wave of dizziness hit her brain.

Chu Xue also felt a strange annoyance and depression, but her heart felt slightly lighter. Not being able to kill Gao Yi was indeed regrettable, but not having to face the innate martial artist made her feel relieved.

Zong Shou's expression was wooden and emotionless. Only the lightning-like flashes in his eyes, the threads of blood-red madness and brutality, had not subsided but had become even more intense.

Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched, and he looked ahead. He saw Gao Yi, who was riding the wind-riding steed and gradually moving away, looking back with a cold sneer, his murderous intent clearly visible.

The two knights who had been left behind also gradually caught up. Even the secret martial artists whose steeds had been killed and had fallen off were standing up and chasing from behind.

Seeing the two knights and two steeds almost disappear from his sight, and the two knights behind him only ten feet away, Zong Shou's heart felt an unusual chill.

He felt neither frustration nor depression, only an unprecedented surge of murderous intent in his heart, boiling and surging in his lungs, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Chu Xue sighed, made a hand sign, and urged the cold hell tiger beside her to face the rear. She also placed her hand on the sword at her waist, ready to leap off the lion's back. But suddenly, she heard Zong Shou's light laugh, his voice cold and clear, filled with boundless coldness and a sense of determination and freedom.

"Xue'er, it's up to you next. Take care of my physical body! If Gao Yi is not eliminated, my heart will not be at ease!"

"Master, the physical body—"

Chu Xue was stunned, and before she could react, she suddenly felt a surge of yin energy within ten feet. Zong Shou's body suddenly softened, falling backward. She quickly reached out to support him, just in time to see a green mist rising from Zong Shou's forehead. She could vaguely hear Zong Shou's voice.

Equally cold and filled with murderous intent, it echoed in her ears like a thunderclap.

"I can forgive ten thousand, but I will not forgive this one!"

As the voice faded, a clear sound was heard. From Zong Shou's sleeve, several willow leaf talisman knives flew out with the green mist, leaving his body. The pine-patterned wind sword embedded in the scythe-tailed lion's head was also forcibly pulled out, flying into the air.

The sword whistled, instantly shaking the wilderness. Not only did the few knights behind subconsciously startle,

Even the old man surnamed Mi and Gao Yi, who were already hundreds of feet away, turned back in surprise.

When they saw the green mist rise, the old man surnamed Mi couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "This child not only has the body wheel opened to the seventh pulse, but he is also a dual-cultivator of spirit and martial arts!"

Gao Yi was also startled, almost speechless, but after a moment, he sneered: "He must be out of his mind. A person who has only reached the Spirit Nourishing Realm actually dares to leave his body at this time? Is he not afraid of being killed by the gale—"

Before he could finish, his words abruptly stopped. He saw the green mist, just about to dissipate, suddenly enveloped in a purple electric grid, forming a ball, unaffected by the gale.

Then, a pale green moonlight shone in the sky, making Gao Yi's pupils dilate, and the old man surnamed Mi also became slightly solemn.

The sword light, like the moon, flashed slightly. The two knights who had caught up to the scythe-tailed lion suddenly had their heads thrown high, and two streams of blood gushed out.

In an instant, their heads were severed by a single sword strike!

Where the sword shadow flashed, almost all the vitality and essence of the two secret martial artists were devoured, and their bodies turned pale in an instant.

At this moment, Zong Shou felt as if his soul was being torn and swollen. Using the Primordial Soul Body to perform the Heaven-Swallowing Primordial Transformation was a different experience. As the essence and energy from the sword tip poured in, the residual consciousness of the two secret martial artists also followed, impacting him. His mind was filled with杂念, and he barely maintained his consciousness and soul.

It took a full moment to forcefully expel them, leaving only a line of intense and fierce murderous intent in his mind.

The yin soul surged, driving the pine-patterned wind sword to suddenly change direction, rushing forward at an incomparable speed.

In a thousand feet in a single breath, it was already in front of the two people.

Gao Yi instinctively leaned back, his mind involuntarily captivated by the sharp and fierce sword momentum. For a moment, he lost his composure and could not muster any resistance.

The old man surnamed Mi, however, had already calmed down and coldly snorted: "With a little skill, you dare to be arrogant in front of me! At the Spirit Nourishing Realm, you actually dare to control a sword with your soul! Today, I, Mi Yuan, cannot afford to hold back! Come down!"