Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

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Zhou Kingdom, outskirts of the Capital City.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream suddenly echoed from the mountain forest.

Birds scattered in terror, flying away in all directions.

In the dense forest, Lan Gongliang grabbed the hair of a burly man and twisted his head off alive.

"This cult leader from the Huangtian Cult is nothing special."

Lan Gongliang, clad in ancient armor, spoke with a tone of cold disdain.

Behind him lay the broken bodies of numerous Huangtian Cult members, a scene of utter devastation.

Lan Gongliang casually tossed aside the head in his hand.

"Speaking of which, these Huangtian Cult members are really quite stupid, rushing in one after another. Who knows how many I've already killed, and yet they keep coming, heedless of death."

Standing next to Lan Gongliang, Wei Chengye said, "Sir, perhaps it's not that the members of the Huangtian Cult are stupid, but rather that we moved too swiftly—or maybe Lord Lan is just too powerful."

Lan Gongliang replied calmly, "The Huangtian Cult has come aggressively this time and certainly won't give up easily. We've only dealt with some of the front-line soldiers for now, so we must not let our guard down, lest we suffer an unexpected defeat."

Wei Chengye agreed, saying, "Understood, sir."

His words had barely fallen when suddenly a rainbow light descended from the sky, breaking the tranquility of the forest.

Boom!

The spot where Wei Chengye was standing exploded with a bang, sending rubble flying.

His figure moved like lightning, rolling to one side like a slithering snake, and in an instant, he was far away, shouting, "Who is it!?"
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The rainbow light faded, revealing the image of a burly man.

His entire body was covered in mystical symbols, resembling a golden-armored war god.

He frowned as he surveyed the scene of devastation and corpses sprawled everywhere before him.

Wei Chengye sensed something amiss, and his figure rippled like water, vanishing without a trace.

The burly man stared intently at a void, stomped his foot vigorously, and pointed a finger at a certain spot in the void.

That finger, imbued with immense spiritual energy, shot a beam of clear light toward a certain point.

Bang!

Wei Chengye's figure was forcibly jolted out from the void, staggering and almost falling to the ground.

Witnessing this, Lan Gongliang squinted slightly.

He looked up to see the burly man with disheveled hair, brimming with spiritual energy that emanated an imposing aura unique to a superior being.

Yet, for some reason, even though he stood right there, he felt ethereal, as if he were not a human but an empty shell.

Even Lan Gongliang's cultivation at the ethereal travel realm had not detected that such a person was already there beside him.

Something was amiss.

Killing intent surged within Lan Gongliang, and he immediately gathered his spiritual energy, enveloping himself in radiant light.

With a wave of his hand, a cyan lightning bolt rushed toward the burly man.

Rumble!

There was no anticipated scene of flesh and blood flying.

The burly man merely waved his arm, casually dispersing the bolt of lightning with a single palm.

His body remained unscathed, not even the slightest trace left behind.

Lan Gongliang grew increasingly astonished.

He had never seen such a physique before.

"Interesting."

"So, you must be Lord Lan, a name I've long admired. Since I've encountered you today, I must apologize—I need to take your life," the burly man said, his voice scraping like two rusty iron plates, extremely grating.

His words had barely ended when he charged at Lan Gongliang like a torrent.

As they drew close, Lan Gongliang suddenly sensed an overwhelming pressure, like a violent storm, as if this burly man was not of flesh and blood but an ancient demonic deity, standing firmly before him.

As a master of the ethereal travel realm, Lan Gongliang's soul was consolidated, allowing him to perform various wondrous techniques through his soul.

His fingers twitched slightly, and a jade talisman hidden in his sleeve transformed into a stream of light, slicing through the sky toward the burly man with immense oppressive force.

This was a talisman comparable to a pseudo-artifact, inscribed with ancient glyphs, and its power was extraordinary.

Clang!

The jade talisman struck the burly man, producing an ear-piercing sound.

Green and golden light surged.

An invisible splendor and airwave erupted from the center of their clash, expanding outward.

The forest ground appeared plowed by iron, trees toppled.

However, the burly man remained steadfast, his muscles as solid as stone.

The usually unstoppable jade talisman left not a single mark on his body.

Lan Gongliang flickered like a phantom, instantly appearing beside the burly man, weaving to his flank with eerie dexterity.

In a flash, he summoned back the jade talisman from mid-air, channeling a torrent of spiritual energy into it, transforming it into radiant green light, and drove it fiercely at the man's underarm.

This was his exclusive technique, "Spirit Snake Probes the Hole," targeting vital points, highly effective in close combat, now even more formidable under the talisman's power.

The burly man seemed to sense something, and his massive body tilted slightly like a falling leaf.

Hiss!

Yet, the jade talisman seemed to have eyes, striking like a rock, channels of green light piercing the man's arm, slicing off half his shoulder.

Blood gushed forth, forming a mist in the air.

The burly man glanced at his wound, showing no pain but only mild surprise and a hint of irrepressible battle intent.

He laughed thunderously, "Indeed worthy of a martial master at the ethereal travel realm, your skills can actually breach the body defense of this ancient martial practitioner's form, truly formidable."

The burly man opened his mouth and spat out a golden sheen.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a talisman.

Before Lan Gongliang understood what happened, a dazzling golden light engulfed him.

A blaze like the sun burst forth.

Boom!

Lan Gongliang seemed somewhat battered.

Disregarding the marks left by the talisman's explosion all over him, he swung his right hand forcefully, mobilizing the surrounding spiritual aura like a tumultuous tide, its fierce momentum terrifying.

Thunder rolled through the air.

The thick layers of talismans on the burly man rustled like leaves.

在蓝公良还未能有所动作时, the burly man shouted lightly, transforming into a giant's form, his hands striking directly at Lan Gongliang.

Boom!

With a thundering crash, Lan Gongliang was swept away like a leaf in a storm, smashing through mountain tops, collapsing them in ruins.

He coughed out fresh blood violently, turning pale as frost, his soul nearly leaving his body.

From a distance, the hidden observer Wei Chengye witnessed the scene aghast, his complexion instantly turning ashen.

Even Lord Lan at the ethereal travel realm couldn't defeat him.

Could it be...

This is the legendary Daoist Master of the Huangtian Cult?

The more Wei Chengye thought about it, the more frightened he became, his heart sinking further into despair.

"It seems the officials of this kingdom are nothing special after all!" he said, towering over Lan Gongliang as he spoke.

Flicking his finger, a talisman stuck onto Lan Gongliang.

The talisman shone brightly.

With a muffled thud, it shattered Lan Gongliang's sea of energy.

Lan Gongliang's face showed utter horror, trying to stabilize his injuries.

Yet, his body had begun losing vitality, making recovery impossible.

Resigning himself, he steeled his resolve, channeling all his spiritual power into his soul, attempting to escape with it.

Having reached the ethereal travel realm, his soul could leave the body, traversing the heavens.

As long as he found a suitable vessel, even if his body perished, it would be inconsequential, offering a second life.

The burly man snorted coldly, raising his right hand, in his palm, lightning shimmered, capturing Lan Gongliang's soul instantly.

With a swift suck, the soul transformed into pure energy, wholly devoured by the man.

"No!"

Lan Gongliang's scream ended abruptly.

The burly man chewed continuously, then spat out a fresh talisman, hanging it conspicuously on himself.

After completing these actions, the burly man turned back toward the distant Capital City, muttering with a grin, "The time should almost be right. This world is too crowded, not enough room for so many people, the Ji family will have to step down and vacate their position for us."

"Ah!"

Wei Chengye, hidden in the shadows, watched in panic, desperately seeking escape.

The burly man did not pursue, merely sneering with disdain.

Under his gaze, Wei Chengye's figure gradually vanished from sight.

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