My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Beneath the Dragon Head.

There was a figure.

It was...

A White Robe!

Amidst the yellow gale, the White Robe moved fast as a sandstorm, one figure charging ahead, on his shoulder, carrying a Siege Giant Hammer, its diameter a full seven feet, extending more than ten yards, meant to be used in combination with a massive Siege Carriage, yet now he carried it on one shoulder. Each step forward he took, the Power grew heavier by a measure, the ground beneath his feet cracked, yet mysteriously there was a subtle force imbued within, even with the mountain-like Siege Giant Hammer on his shoulder, his speed was not reduced in the slightest, until he perfectly merged with the Earth Dragon's head, roaring along with the sandstorm, smacking into the heavy city gates.

"Boom——"

Wu City.

Shook!

"Hum——"

Several Cultivators had arrived at the city gate ahead of time, casting Defensive Magic to reinforce it.

This collision, though seemingly having the power to shake mountains, the Siege Hammer was after all not a Magic Artifact, it could not merge with True Qi, therefore its destructive power was limited, merely breaking through the Defensive Magic, but it did not manage to break open the city gate.

Several Cultivators, each took out their talismans, pasted them on various parts of the city gate and walls, reinforcing the city's defenses.

"Kill him!"

"The city gate must not fall!"

"..."

Upon receiving the order.

Immediately there were daredevil troops hanging their hooks and sliding down from atop the city wall.

A strike that failed to carve open the city gate.

Chen Sansi didn't insist any further but whirled the massive Siege Hammer amidst the ferocious wind and sandstorm, lifting a tidal wave of earthy yellow, as if a Heavenly Pillar was rolling over, sweeping across, grinding the Xiqi Soldiers who were still in midair into mincemeat.

Immediately after, one by one, Cultivators dropped from the sky, each holding a variety of Magic Artifacts in their hands, colorfully gleaming spirit light shining brilliantly within the dust storm, among whom two were at the Late Stage of Qi Refining.

A man and a woman.

The man held a dark green banner, and the woman wielded a flying sword.

"Rumble——"

On the ground, the tiny White Robe holding the "Heavenly Pillar" turned direction, moving towards them, rolling with the yellow smoky sandstorm, covering the sky and tearing the air.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

As the banner waved, blades made of condensed Mana with the wind attribute shot out, covering the sky; each one that fell shattered large sections of the Heavenly Pillar. In the moment before the Heavenly Pillar swept forward, the Siege Giant Hammer burst outright, turning into splinters mixed with the dust.

But then.

Suddenly a cold gleam flashed, followed by the roar of the Silver Dragon.

The Cultivator shouted loudly, the Green Flood Dragon Banner in his hand bursting with spirit light, also transforming into a green Jiao Long. The two dragons clashed, waves of energy surging, barely two breaths had passed, and the Green Dragon could no longer hold on, it was completely devoured by the Silver Dragon.

As he tried to flee, it was already too late.

The Silver Dragon pierced through his chest.

The Cultivator died instantly, falling from the sky.

At the same time.

The nearby Lan Immortal didn't stand idly by; her flying sword turned into a myriad of sword rain, already in front of the White Robe, converging from all sides, and then joined as one, forming a blooming white lotus.

Chen Sansi was not caught off guard due to his attention being on another, the Longdan Bright Silver Spear pierced the Cultivator's heart and he continued forward, the spear moving with the agility of a swimming dragon, gathering True Qi in the process, colliding with the lotus formed by the sword rain.

The lotus collapsed.

Turning back into a single flying sword, briefly losing control.

Lan Immortal summoned it back to her hand.

After a failed sneak attack, she dared not continue the fight, turning to fly back into the city.

"Bang——"

Chen Sansi, holding the Silver Dragon, dashed forward, stomping with one foot when he reached the edge of the city wall, leaving an indentation, then leaped high into the air, rising dozens of yards, far surpassing the height of Wu City's walls.

From within the sandstorm, he looked down upon all living beings!

Atop the city wall.

The dense crowd of Xiqi Armored Soldiers, looking at the White Robe in the sky, could only raise their weapons and shields.

One could see.

Amidst the yellow sand, silver light shone bright.

Then, the White Robe's hand-held long spear plunged like a Canglong washing the world, descending from the sky!

After a thunderous boom, there were dozens of bodies torn apart, blood splattered, and the city wall bore a huge gash.

In the chase.

Lan Immortal managed to gather Mana once more, calling her flying sword from afar.

However, this time.

The flying sword was thoroughly defeated in the struggle, losing control and plunging several yards into the ground.

The Silver Dragon, unstoppable, continued its path.

Next to them, Mo Xuepeng, holding his great spear, wished to lend aid, but it was in vain; he understood he had no place in a battle of this caliber.

Just as the Silver Dragon was about to swallow Lan Immortal, bursts of golden light suddenly flared, blocking in front of her.

That was an iron fist!

The huge fist was like a Weapon, its bark-like color swirling, contrasting starkly with the golden rings on his wrist, where purple runes lit up in succession, True Power surging forth, slamming into the Silver Dragon with the might of a descending mountain.

"Clang——"

A crisp sound resounded, and the Silver Dragon was directly repelled.

Chen Sansi felt as if a majestic mountain had crashed down upon him, his Power vastly inferior, and even as his Vajra Body, full of Qi-Blood, was activated in an instant, he was still thrown backward, crashing down from the city wall to the ground, kneeling on one knee amidst the sweeping sandstorm.

"My husband."

Lan Immortal let out a long sigh of relief.

The two of them were indeed a couple.

"Hmm."

True Power Martial Cultivator Zou Hu nodded slightly, then slowly walked to the edge of the city wall, ignoring the chaos of flying arrows and stones, peering down at the White Robe at the base of the wall, his voice deep, carrying across the battlefield, "Brother, why do you use True Qi instead of True Power, could it be that you look down on me?"