My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 1466 - 541: Farewell, Mr. Mei

"Since you refuse a toast, you'll drink a forfeit!

"Mid-stage Qi Refining, this prince doesn't believe you can defeat me!"

General of the West had to suppress his apprehension, raising the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade anew, unleashing the evil qi-infused mana within him, enshrouded in purple light, and slashed diagonally towards the approaching white robe.

"Bang!"

The long blade clashed with the long spear.

The mana summoned by the Blood Sacrifice far exceeded that of a normal cultivator.

Combined with the suppression of levels,

the collision.

General of the West successfully repelled the white robe.

But it was merely a temporary reprieve.

Before he could muster mana again, the silver spear was already upon him once more, its piercing cold light tearing through the rain, erupting suddenly into searing flames, evaporating the rain, and turning the entire street into a foggy expanse, almost to the point where nothing could be seen.

Instinctively, the General swung at the firelight, only to strike at a mere illusion, while his throat burned with searing pain, the true gun blade having already come for his life.

Horrified, he hastily retreated, preserving his life, but the gun blade still tore at his throat, the blood evaporating before it could flow, leaving a charred wound.

Despite the clear advantage in strength.

After several exchanges, the General of the West gained no benefit.

Having learned all the martial arts under heaven, he had never encountered someone with such profound skill!

"Buzz—"

No respite.

The silver spear lunged once again from the dense mist, a series of fiery spear shadows forming a continuous wave, akin to countless fire dragons surging through the clouds!

General of the West soon became battered all over, retreating step by step.

On the side.

Any subordinate trying to approach to help died violently before getting close.

"Pfft!"

General of the West coughed up blood, struggling to parry each move, as the unwillingness and fury in his pupils grew ever more intense.

"Why?!

"I've fought my entire life, finally becoming unbeatable, and now there's another Immortal like you!

"This prince refuses to accept!

"This prince refuses to submit!

"I will lose to you!

"Even in death!

"This prince will perish with you!"

He roared hoarsely, his internal Gu Pill exploding, the poison swiftly spreading from his dantian to every extremity.

"Prince!"

General Deng exclaimed in alarm.

The wizard shouted, "Prince, you mustn't! Once the Gu Pill explodes, though your cultivation will soar briefly, you will die from the poison outbreak afterwards!"

General of the West ignored him, reciting incantations zealously, his level rising layer by layer until he reached Qi Refining Perfection, nearing a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

His skin turned dark purple, scales emerging on the surface, emitting a highly corrosive poison fog, even the stone bricks underfoot decaying at a visible pace.

The General of the West attacked once more.

The long blade he wielded transformed within the poison fog into a giant centipede over ten feet long, filling the street, lunging towards the white robe with a vicious, venomous stance.

However, it was in vain!

No matter what methods General of the West employed, he could at most forcefully push the white robe back a few steps with his vast mana, but never inflict any real damage.

The opponent was completely at ease, effortlessly so.

"How is this possible?!

"You clearly are only at the fourth layer of Qi Refining!

"This prince should have no rival below Foundation Establishment!"

"There's something you've said right."

Chen Sansi agilely dodged the flawed attacks: "You indeed, are like a frog at the bottom of a well."

The General of the West descended into madness, leveling nearly the entire street, until the forced mana from the exploded Gu Pill was depleted, his body drained, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Without wasting a word, Chen Sansi flickered to the front, sweeping with his gun blade, severing the entire head.

Witnessing the death of General of the West.

The surrounding soldiers and black-robed followers fled in terror, scattering.

"Clang!"

Chen Sansi planted his spear into the ground, exhaling deeply.

He had underestimated himself.

What he thought would be a formidable battle turned out to be much easier.

Even without relying on strength levels, Chen Sansi remained the progenitor of the Martial Arts path, his combat ability far beyond superficial appearances.

He bent down, searching through General of the West's corpse.

Quickly finding a simple storage bag, it contained various incomplete Immortal and Martial arts techniques, the most valuable being the one he left for Ah Ji.

Aside from that, there were many spirit stones.

Sure enough, spirit stones!

Chen Sansi pocketed the items.

Without pause, he drew his spear, heading straight out of the city.

Though General of the West was dead, the army outside remained.

But now, they were merely some Martial Saints and early-stage Qi Refining minions.

Chen Sansi transformed into a ghostly assassin, silent and deadly, exterminating the leaders of various forces overnight, plunging tens of thousands of troops into sheer terror, scattering like sand, quickly retreating.

Thus.

The crisis in Lianyu City was averted.

He returned to the city, poured the remaining Taichu Dan powder into the largest well, then summoned all who could still move, distributing the water to all those afflicted by Gu poison.

Seven days later.

The entire city cured of poison.

As no country knew the identity or whereabouts of the mysterious assassin capable of easily killing a Martial Saint, none dared to return, and the situation stabilized.

Soon after, the Great Tang court dispatched a new Martial Saint to handle the aftermath.