Chapter 64

As the light behind Chu Zhongze changed, the shadow of the ice cicada reappeared. He sprinted straight toward the direction from which the arrow had just come.

After careful planning and meticulous arrangements, he finally provoked the person to make a move. Chu Zhongze was determined that this time, he would not let him escape. In his entire life, Chu Zhongze had never suffered such a great loss. Proud as he was, how could he swallow this humiliation?

However, Chu Zhongze knew that Bu Li was a Wenhunt, and in the mountains, Bu Li had a natural advantage.

Knowing that it would be difficult to find Bu Li's trail in the mountains, Chu Zhongze set up this trap after finding Gao Qi's body. Zhan Xiong, Wan Liqun, and Wenhunt Yu Wang had a safe journey, all arranged secretly by Chu Zhongze. Given his past interactions with Bu Li, if there was bait in the Divine Legacy Mountains at this time, these two people were the most suitable.

Everything seemed to be as perfect as he had imagined. The arrow just now clearly showed that Bu Li had used all his strength, even more powerful than the previous one. Chu Zhongze ran towards Bu Li's hiding place at an incredible speed. The cold air from the ice cicada had not even formed frost on the ground when Chu Zhongze had already covered half the distance, leaving more than a dozen afterimages.

Bu Li did not move but suddenly jumped down from the tree. His feet firmly on the ground, he could use all his strength for this shot. When the illusion shattered, Bu Li knew he had fallen into Chu Zhongze's trap. He didn't have time to think about the details, but since it was a carefully designed trap by Chu Zhongze, turning to run would only lead to his downfall. Sometimes, facing difficulties and life and death head-on was better than fleeing.

You want to fight, and I want to fight too! If so, let's fight!

With his feet firmly on the ground, the power came from the earth. The muscular and bear-like figure was full of wild energy. Bu Li pulled the ox-horn bow to its fullest, even beyond full draw. The ironwood arrow was placed on the finger guard, and as Bu Li released it, the arrow shot out, leaving a trail of sparks on the finger guard.

The sound of the arrow breaking through the air was even sharper, but... this sound seemed to lag behind the arrow, not as fast as the arrow itself. The air rippled as if the arrow was shot in a pool of water, creating layers of ripples around it.

"Break!" Bu Li shouted, expelling a breath of turbid air, his arms feeling sore. This arrow was shot with all his strength. In his line of sight, the arrow seemed to be about to hit Chu Zhongze.

Taking a deep breath, Bu Li did not think this arrow would directly kill Chu Zhongze. After a moment, he drew the third arrow on the ox-horn bow.

The arrow roared like a meteor, shooting towards Chu Zhongze. Chu Zhongze, who was approaching Bu Li with all his might, did not relax his vigilance for a moment, fully focused on defending against Bu Li's arrow.

However, this arrow was faster than Chu Zhongze expected, so fast that it exceeded the speed of thought. Without time to think, Chu Zhongze extended his hands, and an illusion of an ice cicada faintly appeared between his hands. Frost spread on the ground, crackling. At this moment, Chu Zhongze felt the threat of death and dared not delay.

This was the first time Chu Zhongze had used his full strength since entering the Divine Legacy Mountains. Originally, he thought he would never have the chance to use his full strength.

The grass and hills in front of Chu Zhongze instantly turned to winter, with countless frost spreading. The branches along his path were covered with icicles, making a continuous cracking sound. Inside and outside Chu Zhongze's soul technique, two completely different worlds intertwined, a yellow-green and a white world, looking so glaring.

When the ironwood arrow entered the range of Chu Zhongze's soul technique, layers of frost began to form on the arrow, thickening rapidly. The speed of the arrow slowed down significantly, and although it was close, it seemed unable to touch Chu Zhongze.

In an instant, the frost turned the arrow into an ice spear, which still struggled, dragging the heavy frost and icicles towards Chu Zhongze.

At this moment, Chu Zhongze's face finally changed. He did not expect that Bu Li would be so confident with the first arrow, not using his full strength. Did he see through his setup? Was the one trapped in the trap himself?

The ice spear was close, and there was no time to think about these things. A layer of ice shield appeared in front of Chu Zhongze. Frost layered on the ice shield, and if you looked closely, the layers were distinct, thick and endless.

The arrow, covered in frost, hit the ice shield as soon as it solidified. The frost changed, and the ironwood arrow seemed to merge with the ice shield. This arrow was shot with all of Bu Li's strength, even at the cost of revealing himself in the forest, standing firmly on the ground, and using the power from his waist and abdomen, giving it his all.

At the peak of Mount Hateshan, in the city of Wufang, at the back mountain of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and in the private chambers of the five major sects, the mirage of the "Legacy Clan Grand Trial" showed the confrontation between Bu Li and Chu Zhongze. The frost spread, as if extending into the hearts of everyone, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

"This should be the strongest young Legacy Clan member to appear in a hundred years." This evaluation appeared in countless places, and everyone who said it had a status and position that made people believe it was true. Indeed, Chu Zhongze was the strongest young member of the Western Mountain Legacy Clan in nearly a hundred years. Even in the Soul澜 Continent, he would certainly have a place.

With extremely high talent and practicing the orthodox Wenhunt and soul techniques of the Soul澜 Continent, he was naturally different from others.

In the eyes of the strong, what they saw was not how strong Chu Zhongze's soul technique was, how solid the ice shield was, or how skillfully he used the ice cicada. A second-rank Wenhunt warrior, no matter how strong, was just that. What the strong saw was Chu Zhongze's talent and extremely fast reaction speed. Despite one unexpected situation after another, Chu Zhongze still controlled the situation.

Not being delayed by Bu Li's ironwood arrow, he stared at the ice shield and the arrow, and took another step forward.

The two forces overlapped, and the ironwood arrow and the ice shield both made a fine, cracking sound. Sensing the change, the ice cicada behind Chu Zhongze instantly materialized, and he punched out with his right hand, turning the ice shield and the ironwood arrow into powder.

The wind blew, and fine ice shards flew everywhere. It was like the prelude to a blizzard in the extreme north, carrying endless cold. The ice shards flew a few steps, and all of them were swept up by the wind, forming a white ice dragon, fiercely charging towards Bu Li.

Twelve steps, only twelve steps!

For a Wenhunt, this distance was a bit long, but for a Wenhunt, it was too short. Short enough that the people watching the battle in the mirage all had the thought that Bu Li was going to lose.

"If Yu Ze doesn't show up soon, the old man's favored young man is going to die. Looking at the other side, that guy's fierce stance, it would be a great fortune if he could bring back an ear," Gao Zuobin said. One of the most powerful Wenhunts in the Soul澜 Continent, he usually gave the impression of being extremely ruthless. Whenever people talked about Gao Zuobin, they would think of Luo Sha, who never smiled and never said a word of nonsense.

But when Gao Zuobin stood with his senior sister, he was a chatterbox.

Sun Guixiang looked at the mirage with some worry and did not answer Gao Zuobin. Today, Gao Zuobin was unusually talkative, and Old Man Zhang's mood was not good. Everything seemed so strange, perhaps... if this young man named Bu Li was to go through countless hardships, this battle today would be his first life-and-death struggle.

Could he win?

"Don't look, if no one intervenes, that kid Bu Li is dead," Gao Zuobin said. "Vines won't be effective in this cold, and that arrow just now, Bu Li didn't leave himself any room for retreat, even the possibility of escape. Such a desperate move, with the determination to kill or die, I said this kid should join my sect."

It turned out that Gao Zuobin had been thinking about this all along.

Before he could say much more, in the mirage, Chu Zhongze's powerful punch had just swept through the ice, transforming into a nearly ten-foot-long ice dragon roaring towards Bu Li, at the moment of its greatest strength. Bu Li did not dodge, standing there like a giant stone that had stood in the mountains for countless years, unmoved by wind and rain.

His toes exerted all their strength, and his deerskin boots silently shattered, his toes seeming to be carved into the mountain stone. The power came from the ground, traveling up his legs, taking a bit of strength at each point.

His narrow waist and broad back, the muscles in his waist contracting and relaxing, instantly transmitted the powerful force to his back.

Silently, countless pebbles rose from the ground, and Bu Li stood among them. The powerful force made the mountain beneath his feet seem unable to bear it. His speed was so fast that sound could not catch up.

In the midst of the flying pebbles, Bu Li's long hair, which was simply tied up, now moved without wind, straight back. His handsome face showed no expression, and two veins on his forehead stood out, making him look like a demon with two horns emerging from hell. His narrow waist and broad back, seen from a distance, exuded a strong masculine aura, rugged and unyielding. He drew the ox-horn bow in his hands, the bowstring glowing with a grayish light, and the strong bow was pulled to its fullest, even more than the previous arrow!

Soul power rose from Bu Li's body, infusing the ironwood arrow.

The bow was full, the arrow on the string, the wind howling.

Chu Zhongze was now only nine steps away from Bu Li, and the ice dragon brought by his punch was only four steps away. It looked fierce, as if it would swallow Bu Li.

Bu Li's eyes were bloodshot, and he had used all his strength. This battle, either he dies or I live, with no room for retreat. Bu Li had not left himself any room for retreat either, and as he released his finger, the ironwood arrow was shot out by the bowstring.