Zhao Ruizhi's face flushed red, then he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, gathered a ball of golden energy, and slowly pushed the arrow back.
The wildly spinning arrow finally gave way and snapped in two with a bang, then was pulverized by the recoil.
Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a jet-black arrow whistled through the air and struck the same spot as the previous arrow.
Even the people from the Qi Prince's Mansion noticed that moment when the surrounding golden protective shield was instantly covered with cracks.
Zuan clicked his tongue in amazement: "What's the background of those terracotta warriors? How could they force the emperor to this point just by shooting arrows?"
Mi Li stared blankly in that direction, and then said with a complicated expression, "That's Wang Jian, who helped Qin destroy the six states and unify the world."
"Wang Jian?" Zu An was taken aback. How could he not know this man's formidable reputation? "What state is he in now, a soul or an undead zombie?"
Mi Li shook her head: "I don't know either. Anyway, Wang Jian's cultivation level before his death was no less than Zhao Hao's, but his current aura seems to be weaker than at his peak."
Just then, the third arrow came flying, hitting the second arrow directly. The second arrow exploded, and the third arrow, with its unstoppable force, instantly shattered the protective shield of the wind and rain.
Zhao Ruizhi clasped his hands together, directly trapping the black streak of light, and then with a shake of his palms, broke the bow and arrow in two.
He appeared relaxed, but Zaun noticed that his hands were trembling slightly inside his sleeves.
Seeing that the general was about to fire again, Zhao Ruizhi's eyes flashed, and then he charged straight at the enemy like a cannonball. He understood the principle of capturing the leader first, and that if he stayed in a distance and passively defended, he would be kited to death by the enemy.
According to common sense in the cultivation world, those who are good at ranged combat are not good at close combat. As long as the distance is closed, he is confident that he can kill his opponent.
If the commander is killed, the rest of these strange armies might collapse on their own.
Seeing him charging towards them, many terracotta warriors immediately formed a line to protect Wang Jian. Their defenses were as solid as a rock, but unfortunately, what came from the opposite side was a meteorite!
"Get out of my way!" Zhao Ruizhi roared, showing no mercy in his attack. Almost instantly, all the terracotta warriors blocking his way crumbled into dust.
The general on the carriage drew his bow and shot an arrow at him again, but now Zhao Ruizhi didn't have to take the hit head-on, and with his agility, it would be difficult for him to be hit.
He fired three arrows in quick succession, all of which missed their mark, and he didn't have time to fire a fourth.
A sinister smile appeared on Zhao Ruizhi's lips. He swung his large hand toward the top of the other man's head. At such close range, he was confident that he could finish the man off in a few moves if he went all out.
But just then, the air beside him suddenly split open, and a pitch-black scythe appeared out of thin air, silently slashing at his neck.
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