Everyone witnessed the true meaning of an arrow storm. A million arrows shot towards Wudang, a horrifying sight, especially amplified by the killing aura, making it suffocating. All observers felt their scalps tingle, watching blankly. The people of Wudang felt a chill… Updates are released by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥 But their eyes showed no fear. Looking at the moon-white figure at the very front, their hearts were filled with stability. The Wudang crowd roared in unison. One by one, Land Immortals soared into the sky. Zhang Sanfeng wielded the Taiji Sword, the black and white Taiji diagram behind him expanding explosively, dense true energy erupting, instantly shredding vast swaths of arrows. Clau exclaims “Boom Boom!” Huang Shang appeared ordinary, but his combat power was second only to Ning Changge at Wudang. His true energy channeled the power of heaven and earth, forming a terrifying vortex that pulled in hundreds of thousands of arrows. Xiaoyaozi and Sword Emperor Jiu flanked him, one using the Northern Darkness Divine Art, the other the Life and Death Sword Qi, both exhibiting unmatched power. There were also the Spirit Monkey and the Divine Condor. Both manifested their true forms, bodies expanding immensely. Not only were their physical forms unparalleled, but their every move carried terrifying force, and their spiritual energy was formidable, already showing the nascent power of demon kings. Wudang’s Seven Heroes formed the Big Dipper Seven Star Sword Formation. Their strength had also improved significantly over the past year; united in the formation, they could fight powerful Land Immortals. Countless Wudang disciples also supported each other, their true energy and qi surging, none below the Grandmaster realm. Wudang, united as one, displayed their various abilities. The terrifying rain of a million arrows was easily deflected! Dense, crisp sounds echoed across the sky. Led by the Land Immortals, countless arrows were shattered. The fighting spirit in the eyes of the Wudang crowd burned even brighter. The Mongol Yuan members’ expressions changed slightly. Basiba roared, a hint of shock in his eyes. He had only heard of Wudang’s immense foundation and multiple Land Immortals, but he hadn’t expected it to be this strong. The Little Immortal hadn’t even acted, yet the others had already blocked a million arrows. Kou Zhong stared blankly, finding it hard to believe: “This… Is this really a Jianghu sect? If Wudang wanted to contest for dominance, they’d only need to raise an army. They could establish a new dynasty within a century!” His heart burned with ambition; conquering the world had always been his desire, but he lacked the forces. Xu Ziling’s soft voice sounded: “Not only that, the Little Immortal hasn’t even made a move yet.” The onlookers were even more horrified. Faced with this terrifying million-arrow barrage, Wudang’s Little Immortal didn’t even need to act! Bai Qi and Wang Jian exchanged glances, seeing the gravity in each other’s eyes. “It seems I underestimated Wudang. This battle… might not end quickly.” Wang Jian deeply agreed, nodding: “Indeed, Wudang’s foundation is truly profound. So many Land Immortals, all with remarkable combat power, and the disciples coordinate perfectly. They alone could match an elite army of a hundred thousand, lacking only the killing aura of battlefield experience!” “And, that Little Immortal hasn’t acted yet.” His eyes showed shock. Bai Qi remained silent for a moment, then said: “But this is just the appetizer. A million-strong army is capable of much more.” Arrow volleys were merely a common tactic, perhaps augmented with some killing aura. Both generals turned their gazes towards Ning Changge… Eagerly anticipating what brilliance this Little Immortal would display. Their interest in today’s battle grew. As military commanders, they usually held some disdain for Jianghu sects, but Wudang had changed their perspective. At the foot of Wudang Mountain, arrows fell like rain, wave after wave. Wudang’s forces surged with momentum, flawlessly defending. While keeping a part of his mind on the battlefield, most of his attention was focused on observing the million-strong army before him, the five-colored light flickering in his eyes, seemingly gaining insights. The interconnected killing aura and will of the soldiers before him, channeling the power of heaven and earth through their killing intent, amazed him. It was his first time seeing such an army. Each soldier was like a chess piece, yet incredibly agile. The waving of distinct military banners conveyed different signals, easily commanding the million-strong force as if it were an extension of one’s own limbs. This required not only the generals’ extraordinary leadership but also the soldiers’ rigorous training. “Most importantly, the killing aura within each soldier is likely refined by a special method, allowing them to resonate.” Inspiration flared in Ning Changge’s mind. He had recently been pondering the art of moving mountains, arriving at two possibilities: one, relying on his own vast mana, which might require the Golden Core realm, and the other, using Dao Soldiers and Spirit Enforcers. And where would these Dao Soldiers come from? Seeing this army today suddenly gave him an idea. Arrows rained down, whistling through the void, horrifying onlookers. But Wudang had completely adapted to the rhythm, showing no signs of weakness. The Wudang disciples’ fighting spirit surged; they felt that the million-strong army wasn’t so terrifying after all. They could hold their ground even without the Little Martial Uncle’s intervention. A flicker of impatience appeared in Meng Chixing’s eyes. He turned to Basiba: