Chapter 842: Sky Splitting Arrows, Dragon Dances Above The Heavens

Chapter 842: Sky Splitting Arrows, Dragon Dances Above The Heavens

THANG!

Profound light exploded inside Feng Qingyou’s headspace, bright and grand.

A bell chime resounded, vigorous and mellifluous.

The second the light and the chime appeared, a terrible power washed out of the Earthly Sovereign Bell.

Ye Qing’s Heavenly Demon Yin God instantly shattered from the outburst. His head pounded like a bitch, and blood gushed out of his orifices as a muffled groan escaped his lips.

A thunderclap appeared inside Feng Qingyou’s head as well.

Where the profound light passed through, the pollutants dissipated, and the soul poison disintegrated into nothing.

Where the chime reached, the typhoon was vanquished, and the sea returned to calm.

Although the effects were indiscriminate and destroyed part of Feng Qingyou’s spirit as well, this was far better than allowing the soul poison to continue wreaking havoc inside her mind.

Speaking of mind, Feng Qingyou instantly snapped out of her confused, disoriented state as soon as the Earthly Sovereign Bell did its magic. Once she had recovered her consciousness, she pressed a hand to her forehead and caused a qin twang to resound throughout her headspace.

A dark light rose from the bottom all the way to the sky. Then, it spilled across her entire headspace while leaving ripples in the air.

Every ripple was a pocket space of its own, and every dark ray a pocket world. It looked as if multiple spaces and worlds were overlapping with each other and painting a fantastical, dreamlike scenery.

So, what was the point of the pocket spaces and pocket worlds? It was to trap the remnants of the soul poison and prevent them from causing more damage.

“How do you feel, Qingyou?”

Ye Qing asked after sensing that Feng Qingyou’s headspace had mostly returned to calm.

“Cough! Cough... I’m okay.” Feng Qingyou coughed as a small smile appeared on her currently bloodless face. “You saved my life, Joyless. Thank you.”

“As long as you’re safe.”

Ye Qing’s heart ached. This was the first time he ever saw such a fragile side to her.

Following immediately after the heartache was a burning, unquenchable desire to massacre the ones who did this.

“We need to leave.”

Ye Qing did not succumb to the impulse though. This was an ambush, and the soul poison was obviously just an appetizer.

The crisis wasn’t over; it was just beginning.

A tyrant was called a tyrant because they were tyrannical, forceful, and fiery.

The woman was named Tyrant Bow precisely because her archery skill boasted the qualities of a tyrant.

Tyrant Bow was born with an extraordinary physique that made her supernaturally strong and durable known as the Tyrant Body. When Nefarious Codger found her, he did not hesitate to slaughter her entire family and take her in as his adopted granddaughter. From a young age, Tyrant Bow was brainwashed using all kinds of potions and evil arts so that she would be absolutely obedient to him. On top of that, he used his skills to activate her full potential and eventually cultivate her into an invulnerable and powerful body-tempering Grandmaster.

This was why Tyrant Bow acted like a young girl despite being a Grandmaster.

Nefarious Codger also taught her an archery art called the “Tyrant Bow of Evil Absolute”. An archery art that preached absolute dominance through absolute power, it supposedly boasted the power to slay celestials and Buddhas. At the adept level, it could cut a river into two, break a hill into two, and kill a person from tens, even a hundred kilometers away as easily as breathing. It was a perfect fit with her Tyrant Body.

One of the main reasons Nefarious Codger was able to escape justice until now was thanks to Tyrant Bow. It was also how they came to be known together as the Nefarious Codger and Tyrant Bow.

“On behalf of my granddaughter, thank you.” Nefarious Codger grinned widely when he heard Xiang Weilong’s compliment. “Speaking of which, are you satisfied with our performance thus far, Head Xiang?”

“Your and your granddaughter’s fame are well deserved.” Xiang Weilong asked, “Are you interested in joining my Weilong Villa?”

“Haha... thank you for the offer, but we enjoy our independence, and we have no plans to bind ourselves to a sect anytime soon. Do forgive us!” Nefarious Codger turned him down.

“There’s no hurry. Take your time to think over my offer.” Xiang Weilong did not force him to make a decision right away. It almost felt like he was bringing it up as a matter of courtesy.

It was at this moment Sword Ghoul interrupted, “Now is not the time to talk about this. This mission isn’t over yet.”

“Don’t worry. It will be over very soon.”

Xiang Weilong grinned evilly and took a step forward. There was a draconic roar, and he appeared above the gigantic splash still suspended in the air in almost no time. Finally, he launched a downward palm strike.

The rising splash had hit its peak a while ago and was currently falling back toward the earth. Now that it was boosted by Xiang Weilong’s power, it moved way faster than before and split into nine water dragons.

The water dragons let out a deafening roar that scattered the water and mist and shook the entire Anomaly. “When the nine dragons roar, their might shall suppress the blue sky itself.” That was how the author described the “Weilong Divine Palm”.

The fragile marshland was already in tatters after Tyrant Bow’s assault, and Weilong’s “Weilong Divine Palm” certainly did it no favors. Nine bottomless palm prints appeared on the ground and formed the silhouette of a dragon.

“Your ‘Weilong Divine Palm’ deserves its reputation as well, Head Xiang.”

It was Nefarious Codger’s turn to pay Xiang Weilong a compliment after he, Sword Ghoul and Tyrant Bow appeared next to the pits and felt the terrific power emanating from the palm prints.

He could clearly see that the nine palm prints were just that, palm prints. And yet, his senses were screaming that it was a true dragon. The implications were chilling to say the least.

The “Weilong Divine Palm” emphasized on pressuring an opponent through force, and killing them through intent. The force might be gone, but the mark remained. The power might have dissipated, but the will still lived.

At the adept level, the “Weilong Divine Palm” felt like the descent of a divine dragon. It was only natural that all living beings would cower before such a being.

Obviously, Xiang Weilong was a far way from mastering the martial art. Even so, its power could not be underestimated.