My Cultivation Starting from Archery

In the air, suspended a hundred feet high, he gazed down at the chaotic battle on the river, his hands weaving seals in the air, an orange-yellow array seal appearing before his chest, with his Lifebound Flying Sword hovering within, continuously drawing upon his mana until it reached a critical point, then it suddenly blasted outward.

The target.

Was none other than Qiu Xin, a cultivator from Shengyun Sect.

Qiu Xin, having just clashed with a cultivator from Guiyuan Sect, noticed the sudden ambush from the flank, quickly reshuffling his mana, swinging his Lifebound Magical Treasure, the Hunyuan Mace, aiming to deflect the flying sword.

But Cui Zhichen's sword, appearing delicate, was imbued with the power of mountains, deep and boundless mana, coupled with his hasty defense leaving him almost unable to control his magic artifact, causing him to spew blood under the massive impact, his body plummeting straight into the lake.

Just as Cui Zhichen was about to pursue victory, he saw atop the lake, a Martial Cultivator donned in a robe, wielding a Soft Sword, treading the water lithely like a flying swallow or a dragonfly skimming the water.

Each of them was a True Power Early Stage warrior, none underestimated their foes despite their numbers, forming a strange formation even while rushing ahead, each move channeling the strength of rivers and streams.

Especially the woman at the core of the formation, a single sword stroke would raise waves over ten feet high, imbued with True Power like the Jiao Long thrusting out of the sea, towards the Tower Master of the Seeking Immortal Tower.

Cui Zhichen gathered his mana, directing the flying sword to stab at the water dragon, initially splitting the stream with great force, but only a moment later, the earthen mana on the surface of the sword dimmed, losing control as it spiraled out, embedding itself a hundred steps away into a warship's deck.

The water dragon charged relentlessly.

In haste, he cast spells, talismans, magic artifacts, forming three barriers before him, yet they only held briefly before the dragon, shattering like glass in layers.

Against them...

There were after all seven True Power warriors!

In terms of combat power, True Power Early Stage was equivalent to Late Stage of Qi Refining or Perfection, not to mention seven minds united in formation, it was essentially invincible under Foundation Establishment.

Even with Cui Zhichen's practice of "Yellow Earth Decision," his mana supposed to suppress water, failed to withstand the siege, his back hit the water surface like hard rock, blood spilled from his mouth, and he hastily channelled spells, deploying several life-saving moves, narrowly escaping with accelerated speed into the sky before the Ling Family Martial Cultivator's Soft Sword came for his life, bearing severe injuries.

Not only him.

The other disciples from Guiyuan Sect and Seeking Immortal Tower, even warriors like Sima Yao, all were caught in bitter struggles.

Meanwhile.

Pushing the Water Control Array, the giant warship was closing in on their fleet, from above it looked like a boulder crashing onto an egg, imaginations of impending destruction unfolded.

"Breakthrough!"

Qian Qiren hurried beside: "Daoist Cui, defeat is certain! If we, Perfection cultivators, unite, maybe two or three of us could break out alive!"

"..."

Cui Zhichen wiped the blood from his mouth with his rain-laden right hand, then flew back onto the Central Army Ship, preparing to break through and flee with King Yan.

Yet then, standing bloodied on a Sea Falcon, resembling a ferocious Wolf Demon, Sima Yao shouted: "The Commander has returned! The Enemy Army is defeated! Why do you still retreat?!"

The Enemy Army is defeated?!

"Sima Yao?!"

Cui Zhichen reacted instantly: "What are you hiding from us?"

"Apologies Daoist Cui!"

Sima Yao's wolfish grin bare with fangs: "Loose lips sink ships!"

"Commander!"

"The Commander truly returned!"

"Look quickly!"

Thousands of soldiers looked skyward.

Amidst the black clouds, a fiery arc with trailing blue smoke rapidly closed in, in a blink above East Han Lake, clad in Black Armor, holding the Fiery Flame Spear.

Who else could it be but Chen Sansi.

"Chen the Hunter!"

On the Jiangnan naval forces' ship, Prince Qi hid behind the Water Control Array, cursed at the silhouette in the sky: "You truly dare return! Better concede and die willingly, the court might spare your kin for past merits! Otherwise, if stubbornly proceeding, expect extermination of your nine clans!

Amid the clouds Chen Sansi ignored his words, instead spoke slowly, his voice beneath the savage helm overshadowing thunder, eclipsing the roaring waves: "Brothers from Jiangnan!

"I, Chen Sansi, detest slaughter!

"Nor am I a bloodthirsty man!

"Now your defeat is certain!

"Hurry and lower the Water Control Array, disembark and surrender, lest Chibi be stained with blood!"

Detest slaughter?

Hurry surrender?!

Remarks spoken.

Incredibly, left Jiangnan naval forces soldiers somewhat dazed, failing to understand what he spoke.

Or defying the heavens!

Wasn't it twenty thousand rebel army in dire straits, soon crushed to dust? Why did the White Robe turn to persuade them to surrender?

"Hahahahaha——"

Prince Qi laughed aloud: "Chen the Hunter! Do you think the king and soldiers were terrified? In helpless straits, still boasting?"

"Chen Sansi!"

Zhou Rong placed one hand behind, gazed at the black clouds, loudly uttered: "Matters reached here, do you insist on dragging Beiliang Army to accompany you to the grave? Why not accept responsibility alone, perhaps gaining some esteem from Zhou?"

"Zhou Lang."

Suspended, Chen Sansi raised his spear, encircled in flames, as rain poured down, evaporating before touching armor, his voice measured: "You possess great talent, why serve a dull court, better abandon darkness for light, join under my Beiliang Army banner, to reclaim a bright world together."