My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Sikong Chen was momentarily taken aback, completely unable to grasp the meaning of the other party's words.

What did it mean to have a large army assisting yet still not be an opponent?

The implication was.

The more people there were, the less likely they were to win against him?

How absurd!

With a flash of spirit light,

a Mo Blade suddenly appeared in Sikong Chen's hand.

However, this Mo Blade was not forged from metal but carved from wood, the wooden blade's surface flowed with dense runes, and the hilt was entwined with thick vines.

A high-grade magic weapon!

The long blade came slashing down from the sky, bursting with a green and purple radiance. Although it seemed light and weightless, as it fell, it remarkably carried the force of towering mountains.

"Rumble——"

The Longdan Bright Silver Spear collided with it.

True Qi and mana clashed, the shockwaves raising clouds of dust. Dozens of soldiers were sent flying in all directions, their internal organs rupturing inside their bodies, killing them instantly.

Amid the cloud of dust, Chen Sansi, along with his horse, reared back dramatically, barely maintaining balance and not crashing down in a harrowing moment.

The sharp Longdan Bright Silver Spear and the wooden weapon clashed head-on, yet the wooden magic weapon remained undamaged, merely spinning back into Sikong Chen's hand.

At the same time,

countless Xiqi generals and soldiers from all sides surged forward, seeking an opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the man in the white robe on the white horse.

To become a marquis with a vast estate!

To inherit a title without interruption!

In their eyes, the man in the white robe on the white horse was no longer an enemy general, but rather an opportunity laid before them to elevate their family for a millennium!

Back in the day,

at the end of Former Yan, the last sovereign of the Yan royal house was also trapped by the Luo River and, after dying in battle, was dismembered by numerous soldiers. Even obtaining a single limb could lead to being appointed as a marquis or general.

Now,

the number-one family in the eastern part of Dasheng, the Cui family, rose to nobility hundreds of years ago by acquiring the leg of a sovereign of Former Yan, establishing a powerful family lineage that lasted for centuries, standing unyielded through the extinction of Former Yan, the barbarian invasion into the Central Plains, the subsequent century of chaos, and even until Cao Xie founded Dasheng.

At this moment,

Chen Sansi was seen as such a treasure by the West Qi army!

Even,

if they could sever just one of his fingers, it could protect their family's prosperity for three generations.

This was exactly what the Xiqi General Xia HouShu was thinking.

He held an Azure Dragon Crescent in his hand, standing behind the white horse, his eyes bloodshot and red, staring fixedly at the back of the white robe, his Eight Extraordinary Meridians operating to their limits, sending waves of Gang Qi to the Mystic Weapon Blade, transforming it into a ferocious wild lion.

With lion roars and wolf howls,

with tiger roars and eagle cries,

countless military officers, densely packed with swords and spears, displayed their unique skills, plunging towards the white figure at the center, like a tide of beasts, a supreme feast of flesh and blood inducing a frenzy of beasts.

With bloodthirst and fury,

greed and violence,

a rampage of thousands of beasts, roaring and raging.

Until...

A True Dragon appeared!

All beasts disbursed!

"Rumble——"

Nobody saw clearly when the man in the white robe made his move, only seeing that silver long spear transform into a roaming dragon, carrying a massive burst of True Qi as it swept past, plunging their world into complete darkness.

Blood and flesh flew!

From the moment Sikong Chen made his move, the man in the white robe responded, to the covert attack by the Xiqi soldiers, and then being swept away by a single strike.

All of it happened in the span of a breath.

"Continue!"

In the air,

Sikong Chen controlled the rebounding wooden magic weapon, slightly squinting his eyes, a look of slight surprise followed by a colder glare, "You've already consumed a heaven and earth treasure, have you begun the Opening Scenic God?"

Martial Arts Practitioner.

Only after consuming one of the three types of heaven and earth treasures following the Perfection of Transcendence, could one open the Scenic God and thus break through to the True Power Realm.

Reaching the True Power Realm, where True Qi transitions to True Power, would lead to a qualitative leap in combat strength.

But that doesn't mean there wouldn't be any improvements before an official breakthrough.

On the contrary,

with each Scenic God opened, strength increased incrementally.

Sikong Chen, a cultivator at the Qi Refining Middle Stage, originally thought that he could easily kill his opponent who was merely at Perfection of Transcendence, especially when not using the Heavenly Phenomenon Array.

Unexpectedly,

he was actually able to block his own strike.

From this, it seemed certain that he had already consumed the Jingshen Fruit.

He shouted loudly, "Two junior brothers, assist me quickly!"

Not far away,

two cultivators at the Qi Refining Middle Stage rushed over.

One of them held a glittering golden rope, throwing it directly around Qian Xun's neck, while the other cultivator performed sealing, frost bursting forth and condensing into a long sword, shooting out like an arrow, aiming for the heavenly spirit of the man in the white robe.

Sikong Chen himself also remotely controlled the wooden blade to chop down again.

A three-sided attack!

Not even sparing the mount!

With a flash of spirit light,

Qian Xun transformed into a streak of light and was collected into a storage bag, causing the rope to miss its target.

Chen Sansi's long spear transformed into a Vermilion Bird spreading its wings, screeching as if the sun scorched fiercely, directly melting the frost long sword, then, like a tiger growing wings, he soared into the air, the long spear thrusting straight at the cultivator's face.

"What?!"

The cultivator was shocked.

Theoretically,

the Qi Refining Middle Stage and what this world calls a "Martial Saint" should have equivalent combat power.

But why did his spell seem as flimsy as paper in front of his opponent?!

Viewing the encroaching maelstrom of murderous intent, he hurriedly controlled an object to fly, pulling away to a considerable distance.

Martial Saints can't fly.

If the three of them stayed high in the air, not giving the opponent a chance to get close, they could keep casting spells and depleting him until he was exhausted to death.