Hundreds of pairs of hands got hold of the iron arrow. Some of the hands were covered in festers, some were skinny like branches, while most of them were only skeletons. The color of the skeletons were miserable. They seemed gloomy instead of white.
The iron arrow was finally stopped by the hundreds of rotten hands. But the power of the God-Stunning Array it carried pounded onto Long Qing via the hundreds of hands. He captured people’s psyches and souls and applied their hundreds of pairs of hands as his own, consequently he had to take whatever those hands received, victory or hostility.
The accumulated power on the iron arrow was like a flood. Because of the pause, it burst completely and even more violently toward Long Qing.
Long Qing darted backward on top of the city wall. His feet plowed on the bricks and made two very deep lines. The city wall of Chengjing was seven miles long. He darted back for seven miles and left two lines of seven miles in length. Eventually he failed to stop at the end, broke through the arrow mounds on the wall and was thrown off to the ground in dust and stones.
In a whoosh, the iron arrow set off with the remaining power. No one knew where it was heading. Upon hearing the noises the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill around the city wall came to help. They pulled Long Qing out of the pile of stones and branches with great difficulties. Long Qing was as pale as a dead man. Before he could say anything he covered his mouth with hands and started coughing painfully.
He seemed like a god to the cavalrymen from the Divine Halls. They have never seen him in such miseries. Everyone standing around was stunned and muted. After a long while Long Qing felt slightly better. He stared at the direction where the iron arrow went and pondered. But he looked even tougher than scared.
All of a sudden, the roaring snow storm ceased, as if Haotian was revealing some Divine Manifestation. A minute after the storm stopped, intensive bolts flashed among the layers of clouds like deadly struggles, but no less awe-inspiring for the people on the earth.
Only Long Qing was able to see the cotton-padded gown passing by again on top of the clouds. In some distance after him, there was an indigo gown swinging in the clear sunlight like some celestial being.
The two figures flashed by and disappeared immediately. The next moment the Drunkard showed up in front of him. He looked at where the two figures disappear then turned to Long Qing with a complicated look, as if he was up to something.
Long Qing did not seem disturbed and bowed toward the Drunkard. The Drunkard stayed quiet for a while and disappeared again without doing anything. Until then Long Qing was able to relax completely and colors drained further from this face.
The strange signs appeared in the sky today above the North Yan was an aftermath of the pursuit of the three powerful figures at Distanceless: the Abbey Dean, the Eldest Brother and the Drunkard, but especially the former two. They were too close to each other hence created countless turbulence in the interlining of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. It was also a proof of their divine levels. What happened today would probably be seen frequently throughout the human world in the coming years, leaving behind many legends and scaring many ordinary people.
But Long Qing knew that their pursuit would never stop unless one of them could locate her. Only then the turbulence in the Qi of Heaven and Earth could be stopped. Because for the three of them it was the most important and decisive matter even if their pursuit might throw the human world into a sea of fire. Therefore the Drunkard had an intent to kill him but never executed it.
When facing the Drunkard’s killing intent Long Qing acted very calm. He knew that only by doing so could he avoid a tough confrontation with him. He was not confident in himself in defeating the legendary Drunkard. But he had faith in his master and believed that he would eventually win in this earth-shaking pursuit of Distanceless.
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Nightfall
FantasyAuthor(s) Mao Ni,猫腻 Chang An, capital of Tang, the most powerful empire in the continent. A heaven wrecking massacre shook the city to its core. Amidst the incident, a young boy named Ning Que managed to get away, dug out from a pile of corpses alon...