My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 1220 - 419: Thunderous Execution

"Dong——"

Accompanied by the sound of a sonic boom, figures ca controlling the sky.

The Noble Young Master led over a dozen attendants, followed by five or six monks.

He shouted sternly at the man in the canyon, "Who are you, and how dare you act recklessly on the territory of my Baihua Pavilion!"

"Wang Shuyan!"

Chen Duhe tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his true appearance, "Who I am, you can see at a glance."

"Zhu Zhao True Monarch?!"

Wang Shuyan squinted his eyes, "It’s you! Where is my brother Zhang Liuer now?!"

"Where?"

Chen Duhe held the human skin mask, "Where do you think this mask ca from?"

"Courting death!"

"Bang——"

Wang Shuyan’s leaf-shaped flying artifact emitted an explosive sound, he pulled out a pure black flying sword from his sleeve and charged straight into the canyon.

A large number of attendants and monks followed closely behind.

Chen Duhe stood amidst the gale, as purple Incense Fire Divine Power burst out from his body, a set of Vermilion Talisman Armor covered his body, and he held an eight-foot Hook Scythe Spear in his hand, the gun blade burning with purple flas, like a Divine Beast’s head.

He wielded the long spear, clashing with the incoming long sword, and as the two forces touched, a gale was instantly stirred up.

"You scoundrel, neither Immortal nor martial, yet neither orthodox Incense Fire Divine Dao..."

Wang Shuyan gritted his teeth as he contended with his opponent, "What exactly do you cultivate?"

"Want to learn?"

Chen Duhe’s pupils shone with divine brilliance, his calm voice carried a hint of mockery, "Worship , and I’ll teach you, how about that?"

"Worship you? Ridiculous!"

Wang Shuyan was furious, the blood light on the sword blade flourished, mana surged suddenly, and he barely managed to separate from the Hook Scythe Spear, pulling so distance away from his opponent.

"Everyone, attack together!"

A crowd of cultivators surged forward, launching a seamless siege.

A significant portion of them were Foundation Establishnt Cultivators and in the Second Realm with an Enlightennt boundary of Incense Fire.

Chen Duhe was currently only in the Second Realm of the self-created Incense Fire Martial Arts—the Late Stage of the Burning Lamp Realm.

Being attacked by so many cultivators of the sa realm, although he was not imdiately defeated, he gradually beca strained.

’My martial arts are still far inferior to the old man!’

"Golden Beast!"

Chen Duhe shouted.

A shadow rushed out from his body, roaring as it pounced towards the crowd.

Upon closer inspection, this spiritual beast’s entire body was woven like icy silkworm threads, with a Taichu golden horn growing between its brows, resembling twisted branches supporting the moon.

The beast’s eyes had heavy pupils, the outer circle silver white like a cold moon, the inner circle red gold like molten lava, and where its four feet stepped in the air, Incense Fire clouds proliferated.

This Golden Beast, along with its master, was also practicing the Incense Fire Divine Dao.

Its stature was tall, towering like a mountain, and with a howl, it knocked a monk to the ground, then opened its bloody maw and directly bit off the monk’s head!

Chen Duhe also swept through the crowd, temporarily forcing them back, then shouted loudly, "Xiao Mihu, what are you waiting for?!"

"Activate!"

A clear and pleasant voice rang out, and flag arrays rose from the canyon ground, suspended high in the air, echoing with each other, and the emitted golden light enveloped everyone within.

Yan Xiangshuang’s hands ford seals, the afterimages like flowers.

Under her control, countless flying swords erged from the flag array, pouring towards the people of Baihua Pavilion like a tidal wave.

"It’s an ambush!"

Wang Shuyan realized, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

They expended great effort just to deal with the Sword Array; how could they calmly face the Great Han’s prince?

The sound of sharp tools cutting through flesh constantly rang out, and with the cooperation of the formation, Chen Duhe moved around swiftly, harvesting enemy lives.

Wang Shuyan watched his allies fall, one by one, cold sweat gradually covering his forehead, no longer having the thought to fight on, he stepped on his artifact intending to retreat.

Yet just as he lifted into the air, the sound of sothing breaking through the air ca from behind, and he saw Zhu Zhao True Monarch’s Hook Scythe Spear looming like a deadly chain, entangling him once more.

"Clang!"

With no ti to dodge, Wang Shuyan could only choose to block with his long sword.

In the previous clash, he had already expended a lot of mana, and yet his opponent was still in peak condition, making him feel powerless, being blasted backward until he crashed heavily against a cliff.

Before he could stabilize his stature, that Golden Beast attacked from the flank.

Holding the sword with both hands to defend against the Hook Scythe Spear hanging overhead was already strenuous; how could he guard against a sneak attack?

He could only summon a shield to hover in front of him, choosing to withstand it head-on.

"Rumble——"

The Golden Beast charged like a mountain, instantly shattering the shield like glass.

Wang Shuyan scread miserably, falling to the ground like a teor, vomiting a mouthful of clotted blood, feeling all his bones and ridians shattered, leaving him with no strength to resist.

"Die!"

Chen Duhe descended from the sky, intending to pierce him with the Hook Scythe Spear.

But at that mont.

Buddha Light suddenly appeared!

A Bodhi Leaf, carrying seven-colored light, tore through the dust, arriving before him in an instant.

His heart tightened, but fortunately, he reacted in ti, hastily redirecting the Hook Scythe Spear’s course towards the leaf.

Yet at the mont of contact, Chen Duhe felt the tip of his spear was withstanding not the weight of a leaf, but an entire vast ocean!

Under the terrifying pressure, the tiger’s mouth of the hand holding the spear split open, blood gushed out, the arm bones nearly fractured, his body rebounding backward like a catapult.

Yan Xiangshuang cast a spell, summoning a gentle breeze that barely supported Chen Duhe: "How are you?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Chen Duhe spat out a mouthful of blood froth, his eyes fixed on a slowly approaching figure ahead: "Didn’t you say that old monk would accompany the Buddhist Saintess to the Vajra Temple to listen to Zen today, and wouldn’t be at the Eight Treasures Workshop?"

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