Chapter 81: Destruction

Their expressions darkened considerably upon seeing this scene.

Qin Sang took a step forward, and the youth in the tight-fitting outfit immediately floated backward. He then drew his bow and shot another arrow, forcing Qin Sang to raise his sword in defense once more.

Above the rift valley, streak after streak of rainbow light appeared continuously. The Flood Dragon, formed by pale blue cold energy, also dissipated and reformed repeatedly. Neither of them could gain the upper hand over the other.

Qin Sang had also seized the opportunity to unleash two bolts of dark lightning and some ice shards, but the robustly dressed youth easily dodged them. Even now, Qin Sang couldn't get a single step closer to him.

Spiritual arrows kept coming relentlessly. The robustly dressed youth's archery skills were excellent, leaving Qin Sang no opportunity to escape. Furthermore, at such a distance, the Purple Soul Bell was completely useless.

Qin Sang distinctly felt his spiritual energy depleting at an alarming rate, but he didn't even have the chance to absorb spirit stones and replenish his energy.

However, Qin Sang had already noticed that the treasured bow was also slowing down in its rate of condensing spiritual arrows.

The robustly dressed youth's cultivation level was one stage higher than his, but this treasured bow required frequent condensation of spiritual energy into arrows, consuming far more spiritual energy than the Flood Dragon Sword.

If the stalemate continued, at this rate, the advantage would shift to his side.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, Qin Sang's eyes suddenly narrowed. He saw the robustly dressed youth, after firing an arrow, coldly smile at him and quickly pull out a jade bottle from his spatial pouch. Inside were two pills Qin Sang didn't recognize.

The robustly dressed youth swallowed one without hesitation. His face, which had been pale from overexerting his spiritual energy, began to slowly regain its color, and he then looked at Qin Sang with a mocking expression.

A pill that restores spiritual energy!

Seeing this scene, Qin Sang couldn't help but curse inwardly. This person's resources were truly excessive.

This treasured bow was undoubtedly a supreme artifact among the finest. He had two precious spiritual pills at hand and swallowed them without a blush or a tremor, showing not the slightest hint of regret.

Was this even a rogue cultivator?

The robustly dressed youth fired arrows one after another without pause, pressing him too hard and making it difficult for Qin Sang to get away. Qin Sang knew that continuing like this would never give him an advantage, and his gaze couldn't help but become uncertain.

Just then, the robustly dressed youth suddenly let out a soft cry, and an immense surge of spiritual energy wildly poured from his hands, all funneling into the treasured bow.

The treasured bow suddenly glowed brightly. The robustly dressed youth raised the bow high, his eyes glaring furiously at Qin Sang, veins bulging on his arms, and pulled the bowstring with great force, instantly condensing three enormous spiritual arrows!

“Kill!”

Accompanied by the robustly dressed youth's furious roar, the three spiritual arrows shot forth simultaneously, streaking through the air, and astonishingly merged into one in mid-air.

A fierce gale, stirred by the spiritual arrow, swept towards him. The arrow's whistle seemed to carry a hint of thunderous might, shaking the very heavens. Its terrifying momentum was far beyond what any previous arrow could compare to, and it arrived in an instant.

A strong warning flared in Qin Sang's heart. The hairs on his body stood on end. This arrow was too fast, leaving him no time to dodge.

Qin Sang gripped the Flood Dragon Sword tightly with both hands, daring not to be distracted, and fully focused on activating the Flood Dragon Sword, unleashing a full-force strike.

The cold energy on the Flood Dragon Sword was instantly drained. The sword's blade, like Qin Sang's face, turned an unnatural pale color.

The body of the Flood Dragon also doubled in size compared to before, resembling a true jiao dragon, unafraid of any challenge, soaring majestically!

The Flood Dragon opened its mouth wide in a roar, its roar shaking the heavens, and swallowed the spiritual arrow whole.

A seven-colored rainbow light suddenly appeared within the Flood Dragon's body, vibrating incessantly inside. It seemed to be battling the cold energy but failed to break through it.

It appeared the Flood Dragon was gaining the upper hand.

This sight greatly exceeded the robustly dressed youth's expectations, causing his brows to furrow deeply.

On the other side, Qin Sang's expression suddenly changed dramatically. He hastily held the Flood Dragon Sword with both hands, blocking it in front of his face.

The next moment, a deafening 'boom' echoed, and the Flood Dragon shockingly exploded directly. The cold energy forming its body shattered into countless fragments, and an endless cold wind raged in all directions. The rift valley walls on both sides seemed to instantly plunge into winter, as frost covered the vegetation.

Although the spiritual arrow was much dimmer than before, it surprisingly still had residual power. With a flicker, it appeared directly in front of Qin Sang's face, hitting the Flood Dragon Sword squarely.

Fortunately, he had reacted quickly, Qin Sang secretly thought with relief. He felt a massive force strike him, his arms trembled violently, and the Flood Dragon Sword emitted a crisp clang, the sound of which seemed off.

Qin Sang had no time to worry about this. Using the force of the impact, he seized the opportunity to swiftly retreat, then activated the 'Leap into the Void Wind' technique and immediately fled.

The robustly dressed youth, having gained an advantage, showed no mercy. He raised his bow again, aiming at Qin Sang. The first arrow Qin Sang dodged, and just as he was about to fire the second, unexpectedly, before the spiritual arrow could even fully condense, it dissipated on its own. He hastily turned the treasured bow over to inspect it and saw that most of the gems on it had lost their luster, with some even showing faint cracks.

The robustly dressed youth snorted angrily and angrily swung his arm. He glared with resentment at the swiftly fleeing Qin Sang, then his eyes darted, and he put the treasured bow back into his spatial pouch. He took out a pair of slender, long twin swords and then summoned a green leaf.

The green leaf was shaped like a bamboo leaf, verdant like jade. It expanded upon meeting the wind. The robustly dressed youth, holding his swords, leaped onto the green leaf and pursued relentlessly. Its speed was no slower than 'Leap into the Void Wind'.

The mirror formation was not far from the valley entrance. Qin Sang rode the wind, and after a few maneuvers, soon arrived.

The robustly dressed youth suspected nothing else and followed closely. Seeing Qin Sang's speed decrease, he assumed Qin Sang's spiritual energy was exhausted and he couldn't control his artifact. Just as a hint of joy appeared on his face, bronze mirrors on the ground suddenly flipped over, emitting streams of black mist. The robustly dressed youth's face was filled with shock and fury, as he fell into the mirror formation trap.

The misty barrier formed by the mirror formation rattled with 'bangs'. The bronze mirrors also trembled continuously, emitting crisp vibrating sounds. Clearly, the robustly dressed youth inside was furiously retaliating.

Qin Sang held the Bewildering God Mirror in his hand, his expression tense. Once the mirror formation was finally completed, and the bronze mirrors flew to cover the top of the formation, the mirror formation finally stabilized.

Qin Sang let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his brow. Fortunately, he had prepared in advance, otherwise, facing such a formidable enemy, he would likely have had no choice but to flee.

Leaving the robustly dressed youth to struggle in the mirror formation, Qin Sang suddenly remembered something. He hastily picked up the Flood Dragon Sword to examine it. What he saw immediately made Qin Sang's face darken.

A noticeable crack had appeared near the sword guard of the Flood Dragon Sword!

He wasn't sure if it was a coincidence, or if the Flood Dragon Sword itself was inherently fragile. For a dignified supreme artifact to be damaged so easily was baffling.

Qin Sang's gaze flickered uncertainly. The Flood Dragon Sword didn't seem completely broken yet, but he dared not use it again before it was repaired. A broken sword was a minor matter, but if it suddenly snapped during a confrontation, his own life might be lost.

Putting the Flood Dragon Sword into his spatial pouch, Qin Sang stared at the mirror formation. The thought of a superb supreme artifact being ruined by this person filled him with resentment. He immediately sat down cross-legged, holding a spirit stone, and summoned his Ebony Sword.