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Chapter 368: Fourteen-Linked Arrow Array! Calculations and Counter-Calculations!
"Want to drag me down?" The Gray Robe Elder felt the crushing weight upon him, the immense pulling force, and instantly understood Lu Qing’s intent.
How could he let that happen? Instantly, golden light flared within his body, struggling fiercely against the Earth Vein Yuan Ci Li that bound him. His golden small boat beneath his feet also radiated light, generating tremendous power.
Like a flying fish breaking free from a net, he shot backward at incredible speed, dragging the Gray Robe Elder with him.
"Too bad," Lu Qing thought, a silent sigh of regret echoing in his heart.
The control of Soil Spirit Pearl over Yuan Ci Li had its limits. At his current Jingjie, he could fully command the Earth Vein Yuan Ci Li within a radius of about a hundred zhang. The Gray Robe Elder was still just a bit too far away.
Moreover, the man was a Zhu Ji Qi powerhouse. It was indeed unrealistic to expect to pull him down from midair using only Earth Vein Yuan Ci Li.
But the Gray Robe Elder’s desperate retreat, his lack of attention to anything else, gave Lu Qing another chance.
With a swift motion, he extended his arm, snatching the golden shuttle trapped within the Domain and tossing it into the Qiankun Yiqi Dai.
Due to the distance, the Gray Robe Elder’s control over the golden shuttle had weakened significantly. In his momentary lapse, he failed to command the shuttle to resist, and Lu Qing seized the opportunity—successfully sealing it within the Qiankun Yiqi Dai.
"How... how is this possible?!" The Gray Robe Elder’s face finally changed.
The golden shuttle had long been refined with his soul, as responsive as his own limbs. Logically, even if temporarily seized by Lu Qing, it should still carry his Spirit Soul Mark. Yet now, he could sense nothing.
There was only one explanation.
His gaze locked onto the Qiankun Yiqi Dai hanging at Lu Qing’s waist.
"Demonic fiend! You actually possess a Space Treasure Artifact?!" The Gray Robe Elder stared in disbelief at the unassuming cloth bag at Lu Qing’s side.
Space Treasure Artifacts were incredibly rare. Even the Xuan Kong Shan sect possessed only one—held by their leader. And now, this masked stranger before him had one?
Though he found it hard to believe, the disappearance of his golden shuttle’s spiritual connection left little doubt. Only a Space Treasure Artifact could completely sever the spiritual link between master and weapon.
For the first time, the Gray Robe Elder began to question Lu Qing’s identity.
A warrior of such strength, wielding a treasure of such value… Only a few select places in the world could harbor such a figure.
"Demonic fiend, who are you? Hiding your face like a coward—could you be from one of the other great Secret Places?"
He fixed Lu Qing with a piercing stare, searching his movements for any telltale sign.
"Who I am doesn’t matter," Lu Qing said, not bothering to clarify. He had disguised himself precisely to conceal his true identity. If he wasn’t uncovered, that was a bonus.
"Old bald monk," he rasped, "just remember—tomorrow’s this time next year… will be your last day."
With that, a bow and arrow materialized in his hand. In a flash, he drew, nocked, and fired—fourteen Spirit Arrows shot forth in rapid succession, forming a complex, swirling arrow array that streaked toward the sky, aimed at the Gray Robe Elder.
Fourteen-linked arrow formation!
Since his cultivation breakthrough and Jingjie advancement, Lu Qing’s archery had undergone significant refinement. The old Seven-Star Linked Arrow had evolved into this new, formidable fourteen-arrow array.
Each individual Spirit Arrow wasn’t overwhelmingly powerful, but when combined, their qi linked together in perfect harmony, creating a force far greater than any single arrow could achieve. Even more terrifying, the arrows continued to absorb Qi from the surrounding air as they flew, growing stronger with every passing moment.
The Gray Robe Elder’s expression darkened as he stared at the oncoming arrow array.
The enemy’s techniques were endless—first the swordplay, then the Domain, followed by the Earth Vein Yuan Ci Li, and now this rare, intricate arrow formation.
Most alarming of all was that each technique was at the Zhu Ji Qi level—extremely powerful, and perfectly executed.
When had such a monster appeared in the world?
Could this man truly not be from one of the other Secret Places?
Doubt crept into the Gray Robe Elder’s mind. But there was no time for speculation.
He felt the arrow array’s speed. There was no way he could retreat using the golden small boat. The arrows would reach him in an instant.
And worse—his flying artifact had little defensive array.
With no choice, he focused all his attention, glowing golden light surging from his body as he desperately pushed his small boat to its limits, dodging the incoming arrows at the very last moment.
Lu Qing’s relentless tactics had already instilled deep fear in him. Without knowing whether the arrows carried hidden traps, he dared not risk contact.
In the sky above, a strange spectacle unfolded—dozens of glowing trails chasing a single golden figure, carving long, radiant lines across the heavens.
The Gray Robe Elder was no ordinary cultivator. Though the arrow array was deadly, the Spirit Arrows’ trajectories were intricate, sealing off every possible escape route, the Gray Robe Elder evaded them all—each dodge a near-miss, yet perfectly controlled.
He had already dodged thirteen arrows.
One more—just one more—and the array would be broken.
A flicker of relief crossed his face as he prepared for the final arrow.
Then—without warning—a sharp, overwhelming sense of danger surged through him.
The threat came from below.
He glanced down.
His expression froze.
There, directly beneath him, stood Lu Qing—calmly looking up.
And the distance… was no more than a hundred zhang.
In his desperate attempts to dodge the arrows, the Gray Robe Elder had unknowingly descended to within a hundred zhang of the ground.
"Damn it!" Panic flashed across his face. He tried to ascend immediately, but—
Lu Qing smiled faintly, his hand rising in a slow, deliberate grip.
"Finally caught you. Come down!"
As he spoke, a massive force gripped the Gray Robe Elder. His body instantly became unbearably heavy.
This time, the restraint was orders of magnitude stronger than before.
Even as he struggled, unleashing wave after wave of golden light from his small boat, he couldn’t resist. He was dragged downward at terrifying speed.
In moments, he was only ten zhang above Lu Qing’s head—his panicked face clearly visible.
But then—just as Lu Qing’s triumph seemed complete—the Gray Robe Elder’s expression shifted.
The fear vanished.
A cruel, triumphant smile spread across his face.
"Demonic fiend… You think you’ve caught me? Die!"
Before Lu Qing could react, a blinding golden light erupted from above.
A terrifying, overwhelming presence descended from the sky.
(End of Chapter)
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