Zhao Ruizhi felt goosebumps and quickly grew vigilant. How long had it been since he felt the threat of death, ever since he became the most powerful cultivator in the world? He couldn't be bothered with the archer general at all, and quickly shifted his arms to the side to defend himself.

Golden and black lights clashed, causing a powerful shockwave. The tough terracotta warriors didn’t stand a chance. Those that stood nearby exploded into pieces one after another, while those further out were left leaning unsteadily from side to side.

Zhao Ruizhi was blown back a large distance, blood trickling from his palms. How many years had it already been since he was injured? He had already forgotten that feeling. But at that moment, his attention wasn’t on his injury. Instead, he stared rigidly at the one who had wounded him.

That individual’s entire body was shrouded in black mist, so Zhao Ruizhi couldn't see his face at all. However, his outline made him appear to be dressed in armor. He was likely a general as well. He had a long halberd in hand; however, its speartip wasn’t straight like a normal halberd,...