Chapter 1928: The Divine Archer

"Take me to see the recorded images from the Divine Hall!"

Knowing that several disciples had come together and could not possibly be lying, Elder Lu Yun said.

Ordinarily, he would not bother with a Divine Hall in such a small place, but now four disciples had three of them shot in the head consecutively, and all using his most proud techniques—he had to see it no matter what.

If it truly was a genius with the sword, recalling him to the sect would be a great achievement for him as a recruitment elder.

Taking out the Divine Communication Talisman he had purchased earlier, the five entered the Divine Hall again and soon bought the images of the previous battles.

In the open tournament, the Divine Hall recorded every match for convenient sale and inquiry.

Before long, they finished watching the images of the three disciples fighting against the opponent. Elder Lu Yun quickly understood and looked at the four before him, somewhat disappointed: "The other party found the flaws in your techniques and took advantage of them..."

Yun Feiyang and the others lowered their heads.

They knew this was the case, but wanting to dodge, wanting to block... facing that sword, they simply could not do it!

The sword move looked simple—just casually thrown out and stuck in the head... but the true feeling of its execution could only be experienced firsthand.

"Yun Feiyang's Flowing Water Without Trace Sword Technique is executed with subtlety, but there are major issues in the continuity of the moves; anyone with a slight understanding of swordsmanship can find the loopholes! Hu Bin's Meteor Step and Bamboo Splitting Sword Technique appear proficient, but in reality, suppressing his cultivation to the first level of the Saint Domain, he exerts less than a tenth of its power. Being killed is no one else's fault!"

With a cold snort, Elder Lu Yun said, "Go back and don't rest tonight. Practice these two sword techniques and footwork a hundred times each! Miss one session, and don't come see me!"

"Yes!"

The four lowered their heads simultaneously, their faces burning.

"Also, keep a close watch on the Divine Hall. Once this Tianya shows up, notify me immediately!"

With his hands behind his back, Elder Lu Yun exuded an invincible aura: "He injured a disciple of our Lingyun Sword Pavilion and thinks he can just leave? Not so easy! Even if he's a good seedling, we must first grind down his arrogance and make him understand that the sword techniques of the Sword Pavilion are profound and lofty, not undeserved!"

"Yes..." Hearing this, Yun Feiyang and the others breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes lighting up.

Needless to say, the elder intended to take action personally.

Elder Lu Yun, though only a recruitment elder usually responsible for the training of outer disciples, had a formidable understanding of swordsmanship. Not to mention others, even three of them at the same level might not be his match.

With him taking action personally, this Tianya was surely in for trouble.

Not only Elder Lu Yun and his group were guarding the Divine Hall, waiting for this Tianya to appear; throughout Star Glory City and even the countless third-tier towns under its jurisdiction, experts had heard the news and were filled with excitement.

"Defeating Junior Brother Yun Feiyang with one move? Interesting..."

In the city lord's mansion of Xuanjiang City, before a rosewood desk, a gray-clad youth looked at the news he had just received, his eyes flickering with light.

This was the same person Zhang Xuan had seen earlier at the Hongyan Merchant House.

The senior disciple among the outer disciples of Lingyun Sword Pavilion, Huo Jianghe!

"Keep an eye on him. As soon as this Tianya appears, no matter what I'm doing, come notify me immediately... Just a country bumpkin who hasn't seen the world. Throwing a sword with so many uncertainties can also be called swordsmanship? Hmph, watch me break it with sheer force!"

With his hands behind his back, he stood up, sword light flickering in his gleaming eyes.

Hum!

Suddenly, a sword aura uncontrollably shot out, landing on the desk and splitting it in two!

"Get a new one..."

Huo Jianghe gave the order and turned to walk out.

...

"Ah! Lighten up?"

Slap!

A crisp slap rang out. Xue Qin looked at the maid she had just slapped to the ground, her eyes blazing with anger.

Letting that guy apply medicine, and he dared to hurt her—utterly unforgivable.

"Miss..."

The maid trembled all over and hastily knelt down.

"Get out!"

Kicking the girl in the chest and sending her flying out of the room, Xue Qin turned to look at her own swollen, unsightly face in the mirror, trembling with rage, intense hatred flowing like a tide: "Shan Xiaotian..."

Because of an engagement to such a waste, she had endured disdainful looks from others since childhood.

After finally becoming an outer disciple of Lingyun Sword Pavilion and gaining the appreciation of Senior Brother Huo Jianghe, she ended up like this!

Could this waste not bear to see her do well?

If not for the marriage alliance, he would have died long ago; how could he have lived until now!

He was given the grace of life, yet instead of repaying it, he colluded with some unknown mummy to make Senior Brother Huo slap her face... losing all face, utterly unforgivable!

"He must die! That mummy wrapped in gauze must die too! And that servant, Shan Yi, must also die..."

Gnashing her teeth, Xue Qin looked to the side.

"Rest assured, Second Miss, arrangements have been made! Guaranteed they won't see tomorrow's sun..." Xue Chen walked in.

"Good!" Xue Qin breathed a sigh of relief and looked at herself in the mirror again: "Teacher, do you think my face will scar? Injured like this, Senior Brother Huo won't dislike me and lose interest, will he..."

"Miss need not worry. This is a healing ointment sent by Senior Brother Huo. Apply it to your face, and it will recover quickly..."

Xue Chen smiled and handed over a jade bottle.

"Senior Brother gave it?" Xue Qin's eyes lit up: "It seems he doesn't despise me..."

From her tone, whether Senior Brother Huo despised her and whether her appearance was beautiful mattered far more than Shan Xiaotian's life.

...

Clatter, clatter, clatter!

The carriage sped along the street.

After leaving the Hongyan Merchant House, Old Yi felt an inexplicable oppression, as if intense danger could appear at any moment.

Precisely because of this feeling, he dared not pause, and urged his horse and carriage to race swiftly toward the mansion.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Just then, a series of sharp sounds of piercing air rang out urgently, and countless arrows shot over from both sides of the street.

Ordinary arrows were of little use against Saint Domain experts, but these were special feathered arrows; each one shot was comparable to a strike from a Ninth Level Saint Domain expert. With so many flying at once, even a Great Saint expert could not withstand them.

"Master..."

Hearing the sound of the feathered arrows piercing the air, Shan Xiaotian knew the enemy had made their move. He clenched his fists and looked at the young man before him.

"Don't be distracted. All you need to do now is comprehend the sword technique and sword art I have taught you!"

Zhang Xuan said calmly.

"Yes!" Seeing his master speak thus, Shan Xiaotian knew he must have a plan. He said no more, constantly recalling the lessons his master had taught him, and his understanding of swordsmanship soared.

"You want to harm the young master? I'll fight you to the death..."

Old Yi did not hear their exchange. Seeing the rain of arrows, he could no longer hold back. With a loud shout, he raised the horsewhip in his hand and swung his arms, trying to block them all and prevent any harm to the young master.

He knew his own strength. Although he was at the Ninth Level of the Saint Domain, over the years of caring for the young master, his body had been depleted, and he had also suffered severe injuries back then. Being able to exert the power of the Eighth Level of the Saint Domain was already good. Facing these feathered arrows, he might not even hold out for a few breaths.

But so what?

Perhaps this much time would be enough for the young master to escape.

Woo! Woo!

He stood up like a madman, thinking that if the horsewhip couldn't block them, he would use his body. Then he saw the swiftly flying arrows brush past the carriage.

The same happened from all directions—a vast volley of arrows, yet not a single one landed on the carriage. Even the horse in front did not have a single hair harmed.

"This... are they assassins?"

Old Yi blinked, dumbfounded.

He had thought they were doomed and would surely die, but unexpectedly, despite so many arrows being shot, not one struck them. It was as if the arrows had deliberately avoided the carriage...

How could there be such lousy assassins?

Not only was he baffled, but the leader responsible for intercepting Shan Xiaotian also began to doubt his own existence.

"Aim more carefully!"

He couldn't help but shout loudly.

"Yes!"

The dozen or so subordinates beside him drew their bows again, and feathered arrows shot out rapidly.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

The next moment, the strange thing happened again. It was as if everyone had been blindfolded; the arrows once again arced around the carriage.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

This time, they weren't so lucky. All the arrows struck the men lying in ambush around them, each with a shaft sticking out of their head like a long incense stick.

"I don't believe I can't hit him. Keep shooting..."

Another command was given.

Another group fell to the ground.

"Keep going..."

"Boss, we can't keep this up. If we do, we'll all be shot dead..."

A subordinate's voice was choked with tears.

The leader quickly turned his head and realized that most of his men were already dead, each with an arrow precisely lodged in the center of their forehead.

The ambushes set up around them had also fallen silent, clearly mostly wiped out by their own volley, while his own side had been decimated by the enemy's arrows.

I was aiming at the carriage, at Shan Xiaotian...

What the hell is this friendly fire?

Trembling with rage, the leader was about to go mad.

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed a subordinate's bow, aimed at Old Yi's heart, and let loose.

He was a Second Level Great Sage powerhouse; the arrow he shot, infused with true energy, came whistling like a meteor.

Old Yi's pupils contracted, his body stiffened, and then... he found the arrow brushing past him again.

"Ah..."

A scream—someone who had been barely alive was now dead.

"What the hell..."

He nocked another arrow, this time not aiming at Old Yi, but shooting into the sky.

"Ah..."

Two breaths later, a scream came from the side—another survivor had been hit.

"..."

The leader tore at his hair, then shot two arrows behind him...

And then came two more screams.

"Damn it..."

The leader went insane.

He wasn't good at archery, which was why no arrows had come his way this time. When had he become a master marksman, able to hit his own men with every random shot?

What's more, there wasn't even a shadow behind him, yet the arrows could still curve around and land precisely on his subordinates' heads...

This was truly messed up...

No, even messing with a dog requires distinguishing head from tail and aiming—it's not this accurate!