ion, his primordial spirit instinctively resisted foreign powers. With the Di Mo bloodstain already invading, if the demon's primordial spirit forcibly resisted Lu Xiaoteng's magic power, it was highl..."Fear not, Commander! We have arrived!" Following Qing Le, the two late-stage cultivators from the Qing clan shouted, each wielding a strange snake-shaped weapon.

Here it goes...

The arrow collided with the snake-shaped weapon, deflecting the three fiery thunderbolts. The Azure Tiger and Azure Diagram behind him were slightly weaker in power. Their faces paled visibly, revealing a hint of fear. Although Lu Xia Tian fired three arrows with one shot, he used the Fire Flood Dragon Bow, and his strength when pulling the bow was considerable. For an ordinary late-stage cultivator to catch even one arrow would be difficult.

Only Qing Le, the strongest of them all, managed to shatter the Han Huang Seal and, in an instant, block another arrow. While his expression was relatively calm compared to Qing Hu and Qing Tu, he couldn't help but feel a surge of blood. However, at this moment, Qing Le's face paled with fear. He had just blocked the silver-haired youth's two attacks when another fire thunder heavy arrow shot towards him like a meteor chasing the moon.

Could it be that this young man with silver hair possesses inexhaustible magical power Qing Le felt a mixture of astonishment and anger in his heart. Before he could even draw his Serpent-Shaped Sword again, or even take a pill to replenish his magic, the arrow arrived with lightning speed. Seeing the arrow hurtling towards him, he was too shocked to do anything but raise his Serpent-Shaped Greatsword horizontally across his chest while channeling all of his remaining magic into it.

The serpentine greatsword was struck by the fire-thunder arrows, crashing into Qing Le's chest. The serpentine greatsword was also a Dan Yuan artifact and remained un destroyed, but Qing Le's body involuntarily flew off the back of the Yinglu Demon Serpent.

“Qīnglè leads the charge!” Behind him, Qīngtú and Qīnghǔ were both startled. They hurriedly caught hold of Qīnglè.

"I'm fine, keep chasing." Qing Le coughed out several mouthfuls of blood again. Saying he was fine, in reality, he had suffered some internal injuries. He held a deep grudge against the silver-haired youth. Three consecutive attacks, so closely connected, even with his strength, he couldn't keep up with them all. If it weren't for Qing Tu and Qing Hu taking over the other two arrows just now, he would probably be more than just injured at this point. At least his mount wouldn't be intact now.Being able to maintain such a state of mind under the pursuit of so many people in the Feiqi tribe, Qing Le was deeply wary. This silver-haired youth was not only skilled but also mentally exceptional.

Qing Le swallowed a healing pill and felt much better. He returned to his mount and continued to chase after the others with several late-stage cultivators.

Lu Xia Tian flew for a hundred miles, getting closer and closer to the fire bat's lair. Due to several waves of demon birds appearing along the way, Lu Xia Tian was affected in the air, and the distance between them had shortened to a point where they could fight each other.

Lu Xia Tian fought his way forward, and the Qing clan didn't gain much advantage either. After a clash between the two sides, although the Wu clan behind them wanted to join the fight, their speed couldn't match that of the Qing clan cultivators, so they had no good way to intervene for a while.

Lu Xiaoteng successively wounded two Yínglǜ Demon Snakes with fire thunder heavy arrows.

Qing Le, upon seeing no advantage in the fight and suffering a considerable loss instead, lost face. Furious and ashamed, he ordered an attack on Qing Feng Fan, leaving Lu Xia Tian somewhat restrained.

Lu Xia Tian endured the two attacks of the Qing clan with his flesh and blood. Although they were blocked by the fire python's scales, he still felt a sharp pain in his chest. Seeing Qing Le, who thought his conspiracy had succeeded, Lu Xia Tian's killing intent surged. It seemed that these cultivators from the Qing clan really thought he was helpless.

As the fiery dragon-headed arrow shot out from Dan Yuan's bow, Lu Xia Tian attacked with a furious strike. The fire-red arrow transformed into a raging fire dragon that roared and darted through the air.

In Qing Le's horrified expression, the giant fire Jiao directly shattered the serpent-shaped sword blocking its way and then pierced through Qing Le's chest.

Qing Le lowered his head in disbelief, staring at the bowl-sized hole ripped open in his chest. All the strength in his body seemed to be being devoured with astonishing speed by this wound. The arrow hadn't just pierced his chest; it was rapidly draining his life force.

The serpent beneath it let out a mournful cry, as if sensing its master's fall.

"Qing Le, Commander!"

The members of the Qing clan roared, but their cries couldn't save Qing Le from his fading life force.

Lu Xiaotian's face turned as cold as iron, and he drew out another Dan Yuan Fire Jiao arrow. He aimed it at the nearest Qing Tu.

The men of the Qing clan were taken aback by what they saw. Even Qing Le, their leader, couldn't withstand that terrifying arrow, let alone them. Perhaps if all of them swarmed the silver-haired youth, they could eventually wear him down, but in the end, those who benefited would never be the first few to rush forward.

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Qingtu, out of fear, almost instinctively backed away. But suddenly he realized that the silver-haired youth had only feigned an arrow attack, and actually retracted the terrifying red arrow. He didn't intend to attack him at all. And it wasn't just Qingtu; almost everyone saw the smirk on Qingtu's lips.

"Qingtu, what are you doing The Qing clan doesn't have soldiers who retreat in the face of battle!" Several late-stage cultivators shouted loudly, "Let's go together to avenge Commander Qingle! Kill!"

Qingtu suddenly realized that he had just instinctively dodged when faced with the overwhelming silver-haired youth. Now, as he came to his senses, he couldn't help but feel ashamed, his face flushed red. Several late-stage cultivators were already charging forward, looking at him with disdain, Qingtu roared and charged out again.

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Just as Lu Xiaoteng sheathed his fiery dragon firebolt arrow, he drew back the string again and fired three more fire thunder heavy arrows. The group scrambled about once more. Another emerald green demon snake was struck by an arrow and let out a shriek as its speed slowed down. Fire thunder heavy arrows were already quite powerful, but even more so when shot from the fire dragon bow.

The Qing clan was furious. They hadn't expected to be attacked so fiercely, and their momentum had been completely thwarted. Even the silver-haired youth had escaped unscathed. Their clan had already suffered heavy losses. Although they still had a large number of people behind them, their strength paled in comparison to those at the forefront. If they fought again, they weren't sure how many casualties there would be.

Seeing these tribe members riding green flying snakes, the momentum of the other party was checked for a moment. However, Lu Xia Tian's face did not show any joy. Another group of cultivators from the Qua Tribe appeared, and he didn't even have time to recall the Dan Yuan Fire Jiao arrow he had just shot.

"This is the silver-haired youth you spoke of"

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This time, the tribe leader of the Quapaw was a slender and graceful woman. She wore silver armor that was cold and bright, like a bird with its wings spread out, forming a mask that covered her fair skin. However, it made her large eyes and the whole person appear more lively. Her long neck, like the eyes of the silver armored woman, made the entire person look like a proud swan.

"Well, as far as I know, this silver-haired young man has already repelled several waves of interception from the Flying Clan tribes, including myself."

Beside the silver-armored woman was Kasen, who had left earlier. Kasen, a man as proud as he was, bowed his head to the silver-armored woman and spoke in a respectful tone.

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