Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 522 - 487: Shatter the Archer with Thunder!

Chapter 522: Chapter 487: Shatter the Archer with Thunder!

Early one morning, an esteemed elder of the Spiritual Platform Realm from the Tujue tribe stepped out of his female slave’s tent, stretching languidly.

A servant immediately handed him a towel to wipe his face.

The male slave who had just offered his wife the night before immediately crawled over submissively, with a fawning expression on his face.

"Honored Master, did your slave satisfy you?"

The elder glanced down at the man who had offered his woman to save his own life, and with a slight smile, said, "Her, I am satisfied with. But what she said, I am not satisfied with."

Upon hearing this, the male slave was terrified and immediately knelt on the ground to kowtow and admit his fault.

"Honored Master, it’s her fault for not understanding, you can beat her or scold her, but please don’t...don’t hit me! I am your most loyal slave!"

The elder sneered coldly and said, "She claimed yours is bigger than mine! I don’t believe it! Chop it off and let me see!"

"Master... please no, Master... don’t... don’t... ah..."

The elder watched as his guards castrated the male slave on the spot and sneered coldly.

"A lowly slave dares to bargain with me? Do you know who I am? Based on seniority, even Khan Muzhen should call me ’uncle.’ Remember, if you want to be my slave, you must use this!"

As he spoke, the elder pointed towards the temples on his head.

"Only by using this, can you live longer, understand?"

Thwack—

As soon as the elder had finished speaking, an arrow tore through the air in the distance and went right through his head.

Thud.

The elder of the Spiritual Platform Realm fell to the ground immediately.

Just as the surrounding guards were about to shout an alarm, numerous arrows flew in, piercing through their throats.

Then, Zhang San, accompanied by thirteen maids, charged into the Tujue tribe, beginning their assault on the surrounding martial artists.

Although Zhang San could make everyone fight from mid-air to below.

But Zhang San had just sensed that there were only about thirty cultivators of the Spiritual Platform Realm in the entire tribe, and not a single one from the Purple Mansion Realm.

And the elder who just died held a prestigious position, likely the leader of this particular tribe.

Zhang San speculated that perhaps the elder was aware of his own brutal nature, so he kept some skilled fighters by his side to protect himself, which might put his own life at risk.

Therefore, there were no cultivators of the Purple Mansion Realm in the entire tribe.

But precisely because there were no strong fighters of the Purple Mansion Realm, he could charge in with his group of maids and slaughter indiscriminately.

Assured that he would likely not face any fatal threats, Zhang San wanted to see how much of an impact having one-tenth less time than others would have on him.

The arrows he had just fired were shot after he had initiated the first volley, and then Baili Niezhen and the others fired.

The timing of the arrows hitting the target was more or less the same.

From this point of view, although his own time was reduced, the time it took for his arrows to hit did not decrease.

This means, the time it took for his techniques to unfold theoretically should not have been reduced either.

Suddenly, Zhang San thought of something and immediately used a technique to rapidly grow the grass and create a huge wall, using it to block the arrows flying towards them from the distance.

But the growth of the grass required Qi to maintain.

At this moment, Zhang San could clearly sense that he was consuming more Qi to maintain the grass at the same level as before.

And the increase was not because the consumption of his techniques had increased.

Rather, it was because his own time equaled only 0.9 of the outside time, while the outside time was 1.

If he provided 90 units of Qi in 0.9 time units, the external demand for the technique would be 100 units of Qi, thus, he would feel the increased consumption.

By simply calculating, Zhang San confirmed that the effect of time not only relates to his attack speed and movement speed but even his output in a given unit of time.

The issue of the time curse must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Now, the only advantage was that Zhang San could judge by the Qi consumed for maintaining the external techniques how much his time was being burned.

However, just then, there was suddenly a sound of a large number of arrows being shot from afar.

"Be careful!"

As Zhang San shouted, he immediately used a technique to swiftly raise the grass barrier to block the arrows.

At the same time, a massive barrage of arrows, some even flaming, blanketed the sky, targeting their small area.

Although most of the arrows were blocked by the grass, some still managed to pierce through.

Clearly, the entire Tujue tribe was beginning to gather together to face him.

At that moment, Zhang San noticed a Tujue martial artist, who was thought to be down, suddenly grinding his teeth and with his remaining arm, thrust a knife towards Baili Niezhen from behind.

Zhang San immediately performed the Eight-step Instant Flash to rush over, drawing the Horizontal Blade and severing the attacker’s other arm.

"Be more careful, we’re surrounded by enemies!"

As Zhang San spoke, he stood back-to-back with Baili Niezhen, raising his hand to block the incoming arrows from a distance.

With the Horizontal Blade, he blocked several arrows, and only then did Baili Niezhen realize it was Zhang San who had come to protect her.

She had thought all along that it was her other sisters who had rushed to shield her.

At this moment, feeling the large back pressed against her own, especially since her tail was accidentally touched by Zhang San, Baili Niezhen felt a strange, itchy sensation in her heart.

Hasn’t the human race always considered us Half-Demons merely as cannon fodder?

What is going on with Zhang San?

He... he seems to truly see us as humans.

Baili Niezhen turned her head to take a glance at Zhang San, who was fighting fiercely, and couldn’t understand why this man was different from the other human men she knew.

After blocking the enemy’s arrow attack, Zhang San used Techniques to condense all the plants around into sharp spikes resembling spearheads, launching them toward the distant Tujue troop.

In an instant, sharp spikes filled the sky like a violent rainstorm.

However, the Tujue Martial Artists who had been shooting arrows from a distance had already moved from their initial positions and were now flanking from both the left and right sides toward them.

There must be a mastermind directing them!

Zhang San was positive that this tribe shouldn’t have such a formidable commander.

Given the haphazard arrangement of the tribe’s tents, if there were anyone slightly knowledgeable, they wouldn’t have allowed the tents to be set up in such disarray.

Yet, the Tujue archers knew to move right after shooting and to split left and right to encircle and launch distant attacks on them.

This must definitely be the work of a master!

"Kill at will, I am going to meet the commander behind them!"

Baili Niezhen, who was lying on the ground, listened for a moment, then shouted to Zhang San, "That direction has a squad, dozens of people!"

"Alright!"

Zhang San immediately charged toward the direction Baili Niezhen had indicated.

With a great leap, Hei transformed into a Black Chi Dragon for Zhang San to ride on his back.

"With so many Tujue people, they have the advantage of vision. Hei, create some atmosphere!"

"Yes, Master!"

Hei immediately used his Cultivation Technique, and countless clouds began to gather above the Tujue tribe in the sky.

Meanwhile, the young Prince commanding the Tujue troops to encircle and kill the raiders from the Land of the Midday Sun also sharply noticed the Black Chi Dragon in the sky.

"Black Dragon Evil God!? Is that really the Black Dragon Evil God?"

"Didn’t someone say that Dashi Bian had defeated the Evil Dragon, Evil God, preventing it from daring to return to the grasslands?"

"Hmph! Maybe that Dashi Bian isn’t that capable and only managed to drive the Black Dragon Evil God away!"

"Prince, this is our chance to kill the Black Dragon Evil God!"

The Prince hadn’t spoken yet, but his guards were already excited.

However, just as everyone was contemplating how to deal with the Black Dragon Evil God in the sky, they heard thunder roaring in the heavens.

Bolts of lightning fell violently.

In no time at all, several of the guards who were talking were struck by the lightning.

"It’s Thunder Method! Be careful!"

The Prince, while speaking, quickly changed his position to avoid being targeted by the thunder in the sky.

At that moment, Zhang San used the Thunder Method to strike at those people.

After a bombardment of thunder, in fact, not many were left alive.

Then, Zhang San drew his bow and aimed an arrow at the lavishly dressed young man.

The opponent, sensing the approaching danger, quickly dodged and shot an arrow toward Zhang San in the sky as well.

Just then, Zhang San also released his arrow.

The two arrows collided midair with a snap, the arrowheads smashing into each other, deforming and twisting before falling to the ground.

Following the collision of the arrows, the competition between their Archery skills quickly intensified.

In mid-air, Zhang San rode on Hei, continuously firing arrows while altering Hei’s position to avoid being hit.

Meanwhile, the Prince on the ground, although shooting upward, had the advantage of a faster shooting speed than Zhang San.

For a while, the arrows they fired either missed or collided mid-air.

However, as they continued shooting, the Prince suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

At first, his battle with the Black Dragon Evil God was evenly matched.

How come after a while of shooting at each other, several of the enemy’s arrows almost hit him, yet his own arrows seemed to be knocked away before reaching the opponent?

He was sure that his shooting was faster!

Just then, the keen-eyed Prince finally noticed.

A subtle bolt of lightning fell from the sky, perfectly striking his arrows.

Following the lightning, an arrow fiercely aiming for his immediate death arrived.

Archery combined with Thunder Method, huh?

This Black Dragon Evil God is no simple foe!