Then he walked to the door and clasped his palm in the air.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Buzz buzz buzz!
Sothing seed to be vibrating on the beams of the tomb, with dust falling simultaneously.
Swish!
Finally, as a cloud of dust exploded on the beam, a silver longbow flew straight into Fang Liyan's palm.
The longbow was coated with a layer of silver powder, reflecting a faint tallic sheen.
"Master, this Silver Fla Bow can still be drawn a few tis. I originally planned to have it buried with , but now it seems destined to be broken by .
"Perhaps a broken bow is the most fitting burial object,"
Fang Liyan murmured to himself.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Buzz buzz buzz!
It seed the longbow, sealed for countless years, was responding vibrantly to Fang Liyan's whispers.
Both the Silver Fla Bow and Fang Liyan were old, worn, and battered.
The silver glimr was rely a refreshed paint by Fang Liyan.
Crash!
When Fang Liyan opened the tomb door, a fierce battle was taking place outside, with blood flying.
Not far away, lay more than thirty Martial Artists of the National Guardian Master Team, their bodies scattered around alongside nurous alien corpses.
The leader of this invasion of Jiangwu City was a few sixth-grade Yangxiang Race, no... there was also a Grandmaster of the Four-ard Race.
Under the protection of the Wei Yuan Corps and the National Guardian Master Team's royalty, Jiangwu City's tomb had not been breached.
Yet the ordinary martial artists of the Yangxiang Race were too abundant, causing heavy losses to the National Guardian Master Team.
Such wars are the most suffocating.
In terms of scale, there was no need to activate radar, as these aliens were cunning, they just stirred trouble around Jiangwu City's outskirts, never entering radar range.
But the losses to the National Guardian Master Team were extensive.
"As long as one Grandmaster dies, your balance will be shattered.
"I, Fang Liyan, though a dying man unable to exert eighth-grade strength, can still kill a re sixth-grade."
Chaos reigned outside the tomb.
The air was filled with a pungent stench of blood, and fearful screams rang from afar.
The citizens born in Jiangyuan Country had long been accustod to such scenes.
Ordinary folks who couldn't escape curled up in corners, trembling; aside from praying, there was nothing they could do.
To the human race, aliens were like wolves.
They even dug out the hearts of martial artists, extrely brutal.
"Old Prince, it's dangerous here, I'll escort you out."
At this mont, a fifth-grade martial artist from the National Guardian Master Team rushed over, his body covered in wounds, yet still fearlessly standing in front of Fang Liyan.
anwhile, five fifth-grade aliens approached with savage smiles.
"Step aside a bit."
Just as this martial artist was ready to die together.
He could buy so escape ti for Fang Liyan.
Suddenly, his pores trembled as a formidable Qi Blood power gathered behind him, so strong that even a fifth-grade martial artist was frightened.
The encroaching aliens were dumbfounded.
The martial artist from the National Guardian Master Team turned around.
In his eyes, the old prince who had needed daily infusions to barely cling to life was now entirely different.
White hair fluttered.
A mighty fra.
He was like a mountain blocking the forefront of Jiangyuan Country, directly drawing the Silver Fla Bow in his hands.
Space twisted, the air heated up, and the nearby air was sucked dry.
Whoosh!
Silver flas blazed fiercely.
The bowstring was condensed from Qi Blood, the silver fla arrow forged from Qi Blood.
This was the Arrow of Certain Death, the Silver Fla Celestial Punishnt passed down by Gong Yuzhen to Fang Liyan.
Gulp!
Gulp!
Facing the flas, those fifth-grade aliens gulped one after another.
Grandmaster!
Damned, an old human elder weaker than an ordinary person was actually a Grandmaster.
His arrow was terrifying.
They even felt…they might die.
However.
Fang Liyan's arrow was never aid at these trash.
Fifth-grade, simply not worthy.
800 ters away, a sixth-grade Yangxiang Race was battling with a major of the Wei Yuan Corps.
Unfortunately, the major might have hidden injuries, being defeated step by step by the Yangxiang Race.
The Wei Yuan Corps was a support corps.
They had no need to die abroad; if possible, Fang Liyan would certainly rescue friendly forces first.
While the Fang family's royalty, even if many sacrificed, should.
Jiangyuan Country is his holand, Fang family's sons died where they belonged.
...
Su Yue carried a stick, already switched to the Yangxiang Race's state.
The street was in chaos, one more Yangxiang Race didn't attract surprise.
Su Yue donned a Yangxiang Race leather armor, quickly slipping it on.
This ti his stick wasn't disguised any longer, no need; without igniting, it didn't attract much attention.
On the road, if a human martial artist ca to kill him, he'd dodge using body technique; amidst the chaos, no one would chase an enemy. Thus, Su Yue hadn't fought a human.
However, upon encountering a Yangxiang Race, Su Yue would silently ambush.
Though he couldn't instantly kill, the enemy was unsuspecting, making ambush easy.
This way, human martial artists' chances of defeating them increased.
"Damn, Xue Pinghai?
"At a ti like this, you, an old man who can barely take care of yourself, still save other wanderers?"
Su Yue mingled in the Yangxiang Race's ranks, ready to follow the main group in retreat to the wetland.
Yet upon further glance, Xue Pinghai was surrounded by several Yangxiang Race.
In a few seconds, he'd certainly be hacked to death.
This was the very center of the war vortex, Su Yue couldn't fathom why Xue Pinghai would be here?
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