His internal organs were completely burned to ashes.
The chest of this Grandmaster was left with nothing but a bloody hole.
"You cannot kill ."
After all, he was a Grandmaster.
This mber of the alien race, despite spraying blood madly, still laughed arrogantly.
Then, propelled by his Qi Blood, the organs within him began to reshape.
Yes.
The reshaping of the body, this is the ability of a Grandmaster.
Unless killed thoroughly, a Grandmaster does not easily die; they only sustain hidden injuries.
Clearly, that arrow couldn't kill the Alien Race Grandmaster.
Alas!
Gong Ling sighed in her heart.
Though the Fixed Celestial Gang's arrow was powerful, it wasn't enough to slay a Grandmaster.
Of course, the Grandmaster wasn't feeling well, and he would never break through again in this lifeti.
Rumbling!
Rumbling!
Rumbling!
Yet, no one noticed that after piercing through the Grandmaster, the montum of the Fixed Celestial Gang's fiery arrow did not subside but shot through a mountain peak.
Before the Grandmaster's organs could reshape, the mountain peak began to vibrate, and the sky and earth seed to shake.
Flas.
Indeed, at the foot of the mountain, the fire burst into furious flas.
Then, the not-so-high peak uprooted itself.
Yes.
Under the impact of the flas, a mountain floated into the sky like a radish.
Boom!
Like pouring oil onto a fire.
In less than a second, the entire mountain was engulfed in flas.
"This...!"
Gong Ling trembled all over, her breath stopping.
She watched as the Alien Race Grandmaster was crushed into pieces by the descending volcanic mountain.
He didn't even have ti to scream.
anwhile, nearby aliens were caught in the flas, dying or getting injured; even those who escaped beca fire people.
At this mont, Gong Ling looked up again.
Great Grandfather had already turned around.
Holding the mystic bow, his face emotionless, as if he had just shot a bird, he returned to the human defenses.
Gong Ling glanced once more at the site where the Alien Race Grandmaster died.
It had beco a shocking fire pit, stretching five miles in diater, with nothing but ashes in the fla's embrace.
At this mont, Gong Ling forgot to breathe.
Her brain had ceased functioning.
Eighth-grade...
That alien was the City Lord, wearing the City Lord's beast skin, a garb Gong Ling had seen in Warring States Military Academy books.
If nothing unexpected happened, Great Grandfather should also be in the Eighth-grade state.
And clearly.
Great Grandfather was early Eighth-grade, while this Alien Race City Lord was late Eighth-grade.
"Mystic bow appears, heavenly fire descends!"
"Annihilate the Grandmasters, Fixed Celestial Gang!"
"The Fixed Celestial Gang involves a two-part strike, the first part penetrates the target's chest, draining their essence blood.
"The second step, using the target's essence blood, igniting a mountain, then returning to completely kill them.
"Due to the target's essence blood, escape is impossible, death is certain.
"My descendants, you can approach the alien's corpse and deeply comprehend that arrow.
"You have one day, if successful, I will teach you the second arrow, the Falling Stars.
"If you fail, I can only apologize."
Gong Yuzhen's voice resounded once more.
Gong Ling swallowed, turning again towards the majestic returning figure of the city.
Great Grandfather.
This was simply a legend.
Her pupils burned with flas of admiration.
With one arrow, killing an Eighth-Grade Grandmaster of the sa realm in an instant, what brilliance.
During battles between armies, the Eighth and Ninth grades typically stalemate, rarely able to kill each other.
Even if Great Grandfather was ambushed by the alien race, he only lost both arms; getting his life was impossible.
Yet the Fixed Celestial Gang truly exterminated an Eighth-Grade Grandmaster.
An instant kill.
A kill without any resistance.
A testant to the supre battle technique level of archery, defying the heavens.
"Great Grandfather, I must, must, must master the nine forms of the Mystic Bow."
Gritting her teeth, Gong Ling started running towards the scorched earth center.
Though in the dreamland, the ground was boiling hot.
Like boiling mud not yet cooled.
Despite being barefoot in the illusion, Gong Ling endured severe pain.
At this stage, pain was the least of her concerns.
Gong Ling aid to comprehend the arrow's montum from the deceased's wound.
The charred corpse was indistinguishable from charcoal without the chest cavity.
Being an Eighth-Grade Grandmaster, the body was not obliterated.
Sitting cross-legged beside the corpse, Gong Ling placed her palm on the wound.
Minutes later, sporadic flas began to spread across Gong Ling's body.
Yes.
Though weak, the flas indeed burned.
...
In the tomb.
Gong Ling grasped the pri mystic bow with closed eyes for over half an hour.
Still as stone, as if petrified.
If not for her breathing, Gong Ling would resemble a lifelike wax figure.
Fang Liyan held a broom, wanting to clean the tomb again.
"Can she succeed?
"Alas, I'm just a wishful thinker, Gong Ling is only 18, her grandfather didn't succeed, how can she so easily?
"To comprehend the Fixed Celestial Gang takes at least three hours."
Glimpsing at the ti, Fang Liyan chuckled self-mockingly.
During the comprehension of the Fixed Celestial Gang, the warrior's body exudes extre heat, making the tomb blisteringly hot.
Gong Ling's grandfather started at around the three-hour mark.
User Comments
0 comments from readers