86 Chapter 86 Using the Soul to Drive the Sword (1/2)

In the Donglin Cloud Continent, as long as one was a martial cultivator, most of them would be good at using bows and riding horses. However, finding an archer as skilled as Zong Shou was one in a million.

Able to shoot twenty arrows in ten breaths, this person couldn't be the piece of trash in all their minds.

A thirteen-year old seven meridian Mythic Master was a world-shocking presence no matter where he was.

Why did this person spent so much effort to hide his strength? Was he truly a Dual Meridian Body, like everyone said he was?

What was amusing that he didn't feel anything wrong before...

Such scheming ability, such talent; if he grew a little older how strong would be be?

He couldn't help but be filled with shock and panic, killing intent silently raising up. He looked towards Old Mi, only to see that after the old man thought about it, he shook his head, ”This matter has been blown up and can't be hid! Let's talk about it in the future. This person has some ability, but killing him is still like killing a dog. He tried to hide his strength, but was still unable to bear it. Naturally there will be people who won't allow him to live…”

He whipped the body of the Windrider Foal, spurring it to suddenly pick up speed. Gao Yi's expression sank, coldly looking behind as they fled. He scoffed, filled with killing intent, and followed close behind. He silently mocked himself that he had nearly lost his bearing because of this person who was about to die sooner rather than later.

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A sudden lion roar broke out from behind him. The Hook Tail Lion was excited, looking at the ten horsemen who were filled with killing intent moments ago being stopped and removed. The lion's aura recovered, the spiritual energy that dissipated gathered up once more as it roared out angrily. The few Cloud Stepping Foals who were still standing neighed out in panic.

It made a sudden vertical jump, leaping over the bodies of the fallen foals, and throwing off the remaining two horsemen.

At that moment, the two Windrider Foals in front of had already increased their speeds. Be it Gao Yi or that Xiantian master, they had no intention of turning around to fight. They directly left the few horsemen and raced off into the distance.

The Hook Tail Lion's speed was, after all, not fit for long distance, its explosive charge was slightly stronger. Its injuries weren't light to begin with, and before this it had already run for miles, so it was showing signs of exhaustion. In just a short while the distance between the two grew larger and larger.

When Gong Xinran saw that she heaved a deep breath, not knowing if her mood was at ease or filled with regret. Looking at the back of Gao Yi, she only felt a dizzy feeling striking her brain.

Chuxue felt irritated and depressed, and then relaxed. Being unable to kill that Gao Yi made her feel regretful, while not needing to face that Xiantian master made her heave a sigh of relief.

Zong Shou face was as expressionless as stone. Only the lightning glow in his eyes continued to flicker, the blood red intent from within including a savage and crazy emotion which still hadn't disappeared, instead becoming much thicker.

His brow furrowed as he looked ahead, only to see Gao Yi fleeing on the Windrider Foal slowly distance himself. He looked back with a cold mocking expression from afar, a killing intent in his eyes.

The two horsemen who were dismounted had slowly chased up after them. Even the other Mythic Masters who had their mounts killed had stood up and chased after them.

Seeing the two men and two horses about to disappear from his line of sight, as well as the two horsemen who were less than a hundred feet behind them, Zong Shou's chest surprisingly felt cold.

He didn't feel unwilling nor depressed, the only thing was the killing intent in his chest, the degree of which he had never felt before. His lungs surged and boiled, so uncomfortable that he found it difficult to breathe.

Chuxue gave a soft sigh and made a hand sign, and the Dark Chill Tiger faced the back. Zong Shue put his hand on the sword at his waist. Just as he was about to jump off the lion, she heard Zong Shou give out a soft laugh. His tone was really cold, holding endless amounts of chill and also a decisive and uninhibited intent.