The Saint Son of Falling Star exclaimed and staggered back in the air.

“Saint Son of Falling Star, do you think yourself qualified to use a sword? Are you a match for Senior Brother Ding?”

A thunderous voice rumbled from the distance.

Then there came the unusual trembling of the earth. As the sound was getting closer and closer, the ground shook violently as if it were an earthquake. It was extremely horrifying.

Everyone turned their heads to see what had caused this.

The ice peaks in the distance exploded with a bang. Massive ice cubes splashed and rolled down. A vague figure flashed in the ice dust, jumping like a star, swift as burning fire. Each leap took him a kilometer or two away. Every time he fell, the ice peaks under his feet were smashed to pieces, like meteors crashing on the ground.

But the man jumped up thousands of meters with the help of the rebound force.

Wherever he passed, the ice mountain cracked and the glaciers collapsed.

He was like a demon god who had barged out of a divine prison.

In the blink of an eye, the figure arrived within close distance. With a rumble, it landed on the top of an ice mountain thousands of meters away from the Frozen Peak. It stopped and revealed its true appearance.

It was a strong young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He was burly with muscles bulging like hills, full of metallic power. His tiger-skin cloak fluttered in the cold wind. He wore a black iron breastplate on his chest, beast-skin combat boots, while he held a yellow stone bow in his hand. He was facing the Saint Son of Falling Star in the distant sky.

Many people gasped in awe at this moment.

Another super expert.

Wherever he passed, things were destroyed. His physical power was so destructive that he crushed countless ice peaks and glaciers along the way. The man was simply a human-shaped weapon.

Upon recognizing the dark-skinned burly young man who had appeared in such a spectacular way, someone in the distance exclaimed, “It’s him… It’s him, Zhang Fan, the nominal disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect!” It was Zhang Fan, the man who had defeated Fang Xiaoan, the dean of the Tranquility Academy in the battle of the Heavenly Sound Valley, with two strokes.

The crowd was in an uproar.

The Saint Son of Falling Star shouted angrily, “Who are you, acting so reckless? How dare you interfere with my plan?” He didn’t know Zhang Fan. His heart was filled with an uncontrollable urge to kill him.

This was the day that he had long waited to make a name for himself. He was so angry that he couldn’t suppress his anger anymore.

Zhang Fan remained silent.

The young hunter inhaled deeply, took a step forward, focused his strength on his waist and legs, and pulled the light yellow longbow in his hand. As he pulled, the muscles on his arms bulged like black iron hills. There was a clear creaking sound in the air, and the light yellow longbow was slowly drawn back.

In the end, the longbow was pulled like a full moon, and its whole body dazzled with a pale yellow light.

There was a flash of brilliance on the bowstring, and a pale yellow arrow slowly took shape out of thin air.

That bow was enormous, almost as tall as a man. The body of the bow was simple, unadorned, gleaming with yellow light. As if carved out of stone, it was devoid of runes or patterns. The yellow arrow on the bowstring was more than two meters long; with bold shape, it glowed with golden light.

The pale yellow arrow was just an illusion.

But it looked like real metal.

He aimed the arrow tip at the Saint Son of Falling Star in the sky.

Zhang Fan was like a statue full of violence and brutal beauty. He opened his mouth and shouted, “Saint Son of Falling Star, do you dare to take one of my arrows?”

The Saint Son Falling Star was furious. Without even thinking about it, he sneered and said, “Why wouldn’t I dare…”

Before he finished speaking—

Swoosh!

A golden light flashed across the sky.

At the moment, countless people felt that their eyes were about to be blinded by its brilliance.

It seemed as if something horrible was able to break out of the cocoon.

An indescribable power pierced through the sky, as if something uncontrollable had been released. In a split second, the flowing light shot through the distant sky and disappeared, leaving a clear crack in the sky.

Only a few true experts understood what had happened.

Most of them were still in a daze.

In the sky, the Saint Son of Falling Star and the three mysterious white-haired old servants stood still, with profound fear on their faces.

On the ice mountain, Zhang Fan was still in a drawn bow posture, but the pale yellow longbow had returned to its original state. The arrow on the string had been shot out for a long time.

There was a dead silence.

Everyone was still immersed in the earth-shattering fire of the arrow just from a moment before.

Right at this moment—

Swoosh!

“Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!”

There was the sharp whistling sound of the arrow breaking through the air and the trembling sound of bowstrings.

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Then came four consecutive crackling sounds.

Something unexpected happened. Blood and white bones flew in the void; the Saint Son of Falling Star and the three mysterious white-haired old servants behind him—who were not injured in any way—like balloons. Blood splashed, broken bones flew, leaving no remains.

All of them had been killed by one shot.

Blood mist filled the air.

In the sky, the cloud had been cut in half. The arrow had left a mark as it swept across.

This made countless people gasp in awe.

What kind of strike was that? What power did it contain? It has to be the acme of archery.

Archery could also be that terrifying if it was practiced to perfection.

“Good bow, good arrow, good archery!” The fat man with big ears closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. Then he sighed with a drunken look, “Who would expect that in just a few months, brother Zhang Fan’s archery has reached such an incredible level!”

The tall and thin young man with a sword on his back said solemnly, “To be exact, his physical strength has reached an incredible level. The arrow was shot out with pure strength… That bow is one of the stone tools that Brother Ding got from the periphery of Fake God City. It had already dried up, but recovered its power unexpectedly!”

On another ice mountain not far away, the arrogant purple figure was also a little surprised at this moment. His eyes were fixed on Zhang Fan, who was on the ice mountain in the distance, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Zhang Fan had made his name with one arrow shot.

The world was silent.

It was like an odd dream for all the martial artists in Snow Province.

Especially when they knew that the arrow had been shot by a nominal disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect… they were filled with indescribable shock.

During those days, the Saint Son Falling Star was so powerful that no one had dared to stop him. The strength he showed was the best in Snow Province. His four mysterious white-haired old servants who killed people at ease were also unfathomable. Any of them could dominate the Snow Province in martial arts. However, such a group, which they thought was invincible, could not even withstand an arrow.

In that case…

The legends about Ding Hao and Zhang Fan were true.

At this moment, almost all the martial artists of Snow Province felt one thing: the rise of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect seemed unstoppable.

The reason why they were not fully certain was that Mu Tianyang, the Prodigy, had also returned from the Sage Battlefield. If he also had experienced some lucky encounters that enabled him to fight against Ding Hao and Zhang Fan, the Tranquility Academy would still be able to overpower the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

This way, the challenge on the Frozen Peak became more significant.

It would determine the future of the martial arts world in the Snow Province.

A stream of light flashed across the distant horizon and fell on the ice peak where Zhang Fan was standing. The young men and women who arrived were Ren Xiaoyao, Li Lan, Wang Xiaoqi, and Ximen Qianxue, who were there to help Ding Hao.

Zhang Fan put away his longbow and stood quietly among the group of handsome men and beautiful women, looking inconspicuous.

However, in this world, no one would dare to underestimate that honest-looking hunter boy anymore.

He had made a name for himself.

The Saint Son of Falling Star and his group were like a joke. They were a bunch of contemptible clowns and stepping stones. The only contribution they had made was to highlight Zhang Fan’s formidable strength.

…

“The trash has been cleaned up. Let’s fight!”

Ding Hao stood on the northern peak and pointed with one finger. Suddenly, the sword light was radiating all over the sky.

The sword light swept toward Mu Tianyang.

“Clang!”

Mu Tianyang’s eyes opened and closed, and bright light was shot out. He unsheathed the snow sword and waved it in the air.

The sword light weaved a net in the sky. In an instant, it was cut in half by the sword and disappeared in the void.

At this moment, Mu Tianyang had become one with his sword and turned into a stream of light. He bounced up like lightning and rushed toward Ding Hao.

The rusted sword and the magic sword appeared in his hand. Ding Hao shouted and flung himself upwards. “Good timing!”

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Before many people could recover from the shock of Zhang Fan’s archery, the battle began in an instant.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the sky between the South Peak and the North Peak, clusters of dazzling sparks suddenly appeared.

The endless sound of weapons hitting against each other was like raindrops falling against banana leaves.

Ordinary practitioners could no longer see the two figures holding the swords. In the void, there was only endless flowing light shuttling back and forth, drawing an untraceable path.

Occasionally, with a pause in the sky, the two figures would appear in plain sight.

Just as many people had attempted to capture the two people, a flash of sword light flashed, cutting the figures into pieces.

It turned out to be the shadow left in the void by high-speed movements, not Ding Hao and Mu Tianyang’s real bodies.

For many martial artists in Snow Province, this was definitely a dazzling scene.

Although there was no horrifying Qi fluctuation as vast as the sea, the undetectably fast movement of their bodies and weapons was already beyond their imagination.