The Heavens: Man Covers the Heavens, Refines Treasures to Become an Emperor

Rumble! ...

Xue Jin's incomparably ferocious fist slammed fiercely into the huge cyan light seal!

No stalemate!

All that could be heard was the sound of destruction!

The seemingly indestructible "Azure Cloud Mountain-Suppressing Seal," capable of suppressing the earth's veins, shattered under Xue Jin's fist in less than a breath, like glass struck by a heavy hammer! Countless azure light points scattered and flew everywhere!
puff.!

Yao Tuohai was struck as if by a heavy blow. His body trembled violently, and his face instantly turned from red to white. He could no longer suppress the urge to vomit blood and spat it out!
His defensive divine power was forcibly shattered, and the terrifying backlash caused his spiritual energy to become chaotic!
Like a kite with a broken string, he was sent flying dozens of feet away by the remaining, unmatched force of the punch, crashing heavily into a thick courtyard wall!
boom!
The courtyard wall collapsed in an instant, and smoke and dust mixed with rainwater spread everywhere!
Xue Jin slowly withdrew his fist, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

He casually flicked his hand, and the aftershocks of the violent fist that swept across the heavens and earth subsided and dissipated as quickly as a docile lamb under his nonchalant movement.

The surging spiritual energy of heaven and earth returned to calm, and the torrential rain, which had been pushed aside, poured down again, as if the earth-shattering attack had never happened.

Yao Tuohai struggled to his feet from the ruins, his black robe stained with mud and blood, his willow beard disheveled, no longer bearing any trace of his former ethereal and otherworldly appearance. He clutched his aching chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with unprecedented horror and disbelief as he looked at Xue Jin!

Crush!

A complete and utter crushing defeat!
He, a grand cultivator from the Forbidden City, a powerful figure in the Heavenly Gang Realm, couldn't even withstand a single punch from his opponent?! Just how terrifying is this person's cultivation?!
“In Yanxia City,” Xue Jin’s voice boomed like a bell, echoing in the rainy night, each word clearly imprinted on Yao Tuohai’s heart.

"No one can touch a hair on Jiang Xuan's head under my nose."

This is a warning. Get out!

After saying that, Xue Jin stopped looking at Yao Tuohai, whose face was ashen and whose mind was shaken. His burly figure disappeared at the end of the long street in a few flashes, like a giant bear blending into the rainy night, leaving only a mess on the ground and that dejected figure in the rainstorm.

Yao Tuohai stood alone amidst the ruins and torrential rain, letting the cold rain wash away the mud and bloodstains from his body.

His face was so dark it was almost dripping with water, his eyes shifting between humiliation, anger, and a hint of...deep fear.

He silently pondered Xue Jin's words, especially the title "Jiang Xuan boy," his heart churning with turmoil, unable to find peace for a long time.

Finally, he glanced deeply and unwillingly in the direction where Jiang Xuan had last disappeared. He didn't leave any harsh words, but with a gloomy face, his figure flickered and turned into a dim blue light, instantly disappearing into the vast rainy night.

Yanxia City, deep in a remote, dirty, and musty-smelling narrow alley.

The torrential rain here gathered into murky sewage, which flowed along the base of the wall.

The piles of debris and garbage, soaked in rainwater, emitted a nauseating stench.

A figure, like a wounded wild beast, huddled in the deepest part of the alley, in a corner barely covered by a tattered tarpaulin.

He was soaking wet, his black, close-fitting clothes clinging to his body, outlining his lean yet slightly trembling figure. It was Jiang Xuan.

His face was deathly pale, his lips slightly purple from blood loss and the cold. On the left side of his chest, near his heart, a horrifying bloody hole was clearly visible! The flesh around the hole had an eerie charred black color, as if it had been scorched by some extremely concentrated energy. Although the blood was temporarily sealed by spiritual energy, thin strands of dark red still seeped out, staining his clothes on his chest.

Each faint breath aggravated the wound, bringing waves of tearing pain.

This was left behind by Canxue, the most terrifying assassin from Tingyu Tower!
Not long ago, with the silent and terrifying archery skills of the "Boundless Spirit Bow," he forced back Ghost Moon, crippled Gray Sable, and reversed the critical situation of being surrounded and killed by the three.

However, just as he forced back the Ghost Moon and relaxed his mind slightly, an arrow faster than lightning and extremely cunning and ruthless attacked from an absolutely impossible angle like a venomous snake!
He dodged with all his might, but only managed to avoid his heart; his left chest was instantly pierced! The terrifying penetrating power and the strange burning energy contained in that arrow instantly and severely damaged his internal organs and meridians!

If he hadn't cultivated the [Minor Netherworld Divine Art], which made his soul resilient and his will as strong as iron, this arrow would have been fatal to an ordinary person! Even so, he instantly lost most of his fighting strength and had no choice but to flee.

But Canxue, one of the top assassins of Tingyu Tower, was like a leech, relentlessly pursuing him!
His stealth skills were even more unpredictable than Canfeng's, and his archery skills were even more ruthless and cunning! Every time Jiang Xuan thought he had shaken him off, the deadly arrow would strike again from an unexpected corner, like the whisper of death! If Jiang Xuan hadn't undergone hellish assassination and counter-assassination training in the Bloodthirsty Camp, making his perception of danger extremely sharp, and if he hadn't had the intimidating power of the "Boundless Bow" to make his opponents wary, he would probably have already lost his life.

At this moment, Jiang Xuan was curled up in the foul-smelling corner, his body trembling slightly from the intense pain and cold.

He forcibly circulated the [Minor Netherworld Divine Art] and the remaining spiritual energy within his body to suppress the rampant alien energy at the wound site. At the same time, he concealed his aura to the extreme, like a stubborn rock in a corner, blending into the surrounding filthy environment.

The torrential rain provided him with excellent cover.

“Remnant Snow…” Jiang Xuan licked his dry, cold lips, but his eyes were as cold as a frozen pool, frighteningly calm.

He clearly realized that this opponent was far more terrifying than Canfeng! The opponent's arrows were faster, more accurate, and more ruthless! Moreover, the timing was impeccable! This was a true top-tier hunter who walked in the shadows!
Passively fleeing will only lead to being slowly worn down by the opponent!

Must fight back!

Only by attacking can we find a glimmer of hope!
Jiang Xuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the sharp pain in his chest and the churning blood within his body. In his sea of ​​consciousness...

The "Star Cycle" Dharma image slowly rotated, guarding the somewhat weary soul that had been eroded by the evil power of the "Bow of No Truth".

He felt the cold, weightless yet incredibly heavy skeletal bow, "Wu Di," in his hand.

It consumes a huge amount of energy and has a strong backlash... but its terrifying characteristics of being silent and deadly, locking on and killing instantly, are the only thing it can rely on to fight against or even kill Canxue at this moment!
Heavy rain, nightfall, ruins, narrow alleys…

This is the harshest environment, but also the most perfect hunting ground!
A cold and resolute smile slowly curved Jiang Xuan's lips. Countless life-and-death trials in the Blood Slaughtering Camp had already tempered his will to be as refined as steel.

He slowly adjusted his breathing, like a crocodile lurking in the mud, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Under the cover of a torrential rainy night, a silent hunt and counter-hunting between top assassins has begun! The roles of hunter and prey can be reversed at any moment between the cold blade and the deadly arrow!

The torrential rain continued, and the night was as dark as ink.

Jiang Xuan huddled in the shadow of a huge cloth drying rack in an abandoned dye house, cold rain dripping down from the cracks in the rotten wood and hitting his soaked shoulders.

His body pressed against the damp, cold wooden frame, motionless like a stone sculpture. His aura was almost nonexistent under the full power of the [Minor Netherworld Divine Art], completely blending into the filthy corner and the noisy rain.

Within his body, the [Dongxuan Devouring Wilderness Scripture] was struggling to operate, like a trickle on a dry riverbed, trying to draw upon the sparse spiritual energy of heaven and earth and refine the medicinal power of the entire bottle of Qingyu Yungang Pill that he had recently swallowed.

The gentle medicinal power nourished the parched meridians and barely replenished the severely depleted spiritual energy, but the bloody hole in his chest pierced by the Remnant Snow Spirit Arrow was like a greedy black hole, constantly devouring his life force.

A searing, tearing pain emanated from the charred edges, and every breath strained against the damaged lungs, bringing excruciating agony.

Deep within the wound, wisps of cold, alien energy clung to him like maggots, stubbornly eroding his flesh and hindering healing. Time was ticking away, becoming increasingly hostile to him.

His rival is Canxue from Tingyulou.

A top assassin with the cultivation level of the Heavenly Gang Realm, renowned for his "steadiness." He never misses a strike, like the most precise killing machine.

Dealing with such an enemy requires meticulous patience and sufficient strength to last until the very end.

These two things are precisely what Jiang Xuan, who is currently critically injured and on the verge of death, is severely lacking.

We can't delay any longer... Jiang Xuan's eyes were icy cold, like tempered iron. Passively waiting would only lead to being slowly worn down by the opponent.

He needs to fight back, he needs to create an opportunity! An opportunity that could be enough for "Wu Di" to deliver the final blow!

Just as his mind raced, trying to slightly adjust his body posture to find a better angle to counterattack,
A faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation of power leaked out from him due to the sudden loss of control caused by the excruciating pain from his wounds! To an ordinary person, this fluctuation would be negligible, but to a top-tier hunter like Canxue, it was like a firefly in the dark!
call out.!

Almost at the same instant Jiang Xuan's aura was revealed! A cold, silent streak of light, like a white lightning bolt tearing through the night, shot out from the dark rain curtain diagonally in front! The arrow was as white as snow, radiating a bone-chilling cold, and its speed surpassed the limits of thought! Its target was the top of the drying rack where Jiang Xuan was hiding!
The deadly sense of crisis was like an ice pick piercing the spinal cord!

Jiang Xuan's hair stood on end! In a fraction of a second, his body reacted instinctively, rolling violently to the right!
Boom! ! !

The snow-white arrow struck precisely the top of the massive wooden frame where he had just been hiding!

The sturdy, weathered hardwood frame shattered instantly, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer! Countless shards of wood and rotten strips of cloth, mixed with rainwater and mud, shot out in all directions like shrapnel from an explosion! Although Jiang Xuan narrowly avoided the fatal blow, he was still hit by the violent shockwave and flying wood chips. He groaned and tumbled into the murky mud pit next to him, looking utterly disheveled.

“One thousand nine hundred zhang…” Jiang Xuan quickly steadied himself in the muddy water. The cold rain washed away the mud on his face, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s.

The trajectory, speed, and power of that arrow were clearly imprinted in his perception.

This is the sniping distance at which Canxue can unleash her full power and control the most precise aim!

A constant alarm bell rang in his mind. The terrifying power of Can Xue far exceeded his previous expectations! This person's fighting style was as steady as a rock. Whether it was stealth or sudden sniping, it was like the most precise gears meshing together, each step interlocking perfectly, leaving no flaws to be found.

Being targeted by an assassin of his caliber is like being locked onto by a cold and deadly viper; the slightest carelessness could lead to a fatal blow!
If it were at its peak, with the Bloodthirsty Camp's stealth skills and the "Boundless Bow's" strangeness, they might still be able to hold their own... Jiang Xuan felt the waves of pain in his chest and the power rapidly draining from his body, his heart sinking.

But now... with his body severely injured and his spiritual energy depleted, even activating "Boundless Truth" has become extremely difficult... He can only keep dodging, searching for that slim, one and only chance to counterattack!
He only has one chance left to draw the "Boundless Spirit Bow"! After that, his spiritual energy and divine soul will be completely exhausted, leaving him powerless to resist! This arrow must hit its mark! Otherwise, he will die!
On the other side of the rainy night.

The silhouette of the remaining snow was like a wisp of smoke blending into the night, silently moving between the dense rooftops and narrow alleyways.

His pace was neither too fast nor too slow, maintaining a constant, natural rhythm, like breathing. Each step he took landed precisely at the point where the rain was heaviest, perfectly masking his own breath and sound under the clamor of nature.

The raindrops fell on him, as if slid off by an invisible film, leaving him completely untouched.

Behind him, he carried a simple, ancient-looking, pure white bow, named "Snow Mud".

The quiver hanging from his waist contained three remaining dark gold arrows, known as "Hongzhao," engraved with mysterious cloud patterns.

This bow and three arrows are a set of precious spiritual artifacts passed down for hundreds of years, crafted by a long-deceased master of spirit patterns, and are priceless. It is precisely with this set of spiritual artifacts that Canxue was able to unleash the power of her archery skills to a terrifying level that surpassed her own realm, allowing her to consistently rank among the top silver-ranked assassins of Tingyu Tower.

However, tonight, this invincible "traces of a wild goose in the snow" has been used for the fourth time!
Four sniper kills, four seemingly inescapable situations!

That young man named Jiang Xuan, at the Human Qi Realm, was like a slippery eel, repeatedly avoiding vital points at the last second! Although each time he was further injured and left in a sorry state, he was never able to take his life!

This is a situation that Canxue has never encountered before since she started her missions!
A hint of seriousness finally appeared in the depths of Canxue's eyes, which were as cold as ice that had stood for millennia.

Jiang Xuan's unwavering will, keen sense of danger, and incredible dodging ability all made him feel a little... surprised, and even a little bit of barely perceptible admiration.

For a boy from a poor family to withstand such severe injuries and endure for so long in Canxue's hands is a miracle in itself. (End of Chapter)