Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

In a low chant, the Heavenly Bow Technique operated, resonating with heaven and earth.

Shen Qing's arm swung up, the bowstring stretched to its limits trembled and suddenly snapped straight.

Arrows shot out at an astonishing speed.

"Whiz!"

"Whiz!"

"Whiz!"

"..."

They traced lines through the void, intertwining storm clouds, scattering like a celestial maiden's flower shower, sweeping down in different directions.

Arrows rained down, carrying with them a destructive force.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground was battered repeatedly by an invisible giant hammer, each roar accompanied by a palpable shock.

In the formidable surge of arrows, one after another, the demons committing atrocities hadn't time to react before being engulfed by the irresistible wave of arrows, letting out wretched screams.

In the next moment, the arrows under the Heavenly Bow Technique pierced through the demons' flesh and blood with a muffled pfft, blasting them into fragments.

These screams began, only to vanish swiftly in a very short period.

The air gradually filled with the smell of burning and blood.

The demons' severed limbs and bodies scattered with the dust, like autumn leaves swirling down, yet without any life.

Many still-living demons around, watching this bloody scene, looked dumbfounded.

As if they had seen something terrifying, their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

They had lurked in the city eagerly for so long, suppressing their nature and waiting for this day of revelry, thinking that this place was heaven.

Now it seemed, this was nowhere near heaven, rather just hell.

Many demons wanted to flee this place in haste, but it was already too late.

They had barely run away before being pierced in an instant by arriving arrows, their flesh exploding, turning them into fragments.

The officers who charged out with Shen Qing were invigorated.

In their roars, they joined forces with their colleagues to slay the demons.

...

The sky was clear, with no clouds for thousands of miles.

At a side courtyard of the Zhou Family, the brilliant sunshine poured over a quaint stone table, the glossy tabletop reflecting Zhou Xintong's face, slightly twisted with excitement.

He sat on a meticulously carved stone chair, listening to the rising and falling chaos from the Inner City, with a carefree laugh.

A trace of cunning flickered in Zhou Xintong's eyes as he turned to look at Zhou Jishan, who was standing silently to the side, with a meaningful smile: "What Brother Jishan said earlier, now can almost be done."

At those words, Zhou Jishan's face appeared calm, but a hint of imperceptible doubt flashed through his eyes.

Being in the center of it all, he could already see that the chaos in Yongzhou was the result of high-ranking families colluding with demons.

Many Great Demons and Innate Martial Masters were involved, with the help of Zhou Xintong against Shen Qing, undoubtedly increasing the chances of winning.

Yet, this was not the outcome he desired, but it was better than none.

He brewed his emotions and pretended to be delighted: "Very well, if so, the enmity against my sister and the master's old servant can both be avenged. That guy surnamed Shen dared to disrespect my Zhou Family, he should pay an adequate price."

"Brother Xintong was right, today I'll let Shen Qing understand what it means to be a genius, what it means to be of a high-ranking family!"

Zhou Xintong's gaze changed, stood up, and strode outside the courtyard with confidence.

He passed through the winding corridors, heading straight for the Zhou Family main hall, full of confidence.

At the main hall, the Zhou Family Patriarch, Zhou Xu, sat upright in the main seat, exuding an unyielding aura of authority.

"Father/Lord," Zhou Xintong and Zhou Jishan stepped into the hall, saluting in unison.

Zhou Xu slightly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a torch, instantly noticing the unusual expressions of the two: "What is it?"

Zhou Xintong stepped forward: "Father, there's something I must report."

"Speak!"

"I've now clarified that last year, the old servant I took to Taiping County was killed by the Chief Officer of the Weiwu Division, Shen Qing. Not only that, but my Zhou Family's cousin also lost her life at his hands."

"This man doesn't regard our Zhou Family at all. If we don't respond with measures, where does the Zhou Family's face stand? I hope that father would allow me to eliminate this villain!"

As for Shen Qing, Zhou Xu still had some impression, heedless of warnings, even slaying Dong Pengfei, utterly refusing to ally with them.

Such a person could not stay within the county office.

However, he also knew Shen Qing's reputation outside. If this matter was not handled properly, it would also affect the Zhou Family's prestige.

Currently, they were not yet at the point of turning against the court.

As Zhou Xu was hesitating, a powerful male voice echoed from outside the door.

"That person named Shen is going too far now, dispose of him!"

Zhou Xu was invigorated: "Yes, Ancestor."

Saying this, his gaze was piercing, staring directly at Zhou Xintong: "In that case, Xintong, on behalf of my Zhou Family, ask him why he's colluding with demons, seek an explanation from Shen Qing, enforce justice. Remember, act prudently, demonstrate the Zhou Family's might, yet don't overstep."

"Understood!" Zhou Xintong bowed deeply, his eyes shimmering with excitement.

Upon finishing his words, he turned his body, spread his arms, and flew into a black shadow towards the outside of the door.

Zhou Jishan bit his lip, bowed towards Zhou Xu, and exited the door.

Reaching outside the main entrance, he felt somewhat unwilling, desiring to know the outcome immediately.

Taking advantage of the absence of others around, he ran in the direction where Zhou Xintong vanished.

However, his cultivation was not high, merely relying on his body's brute strength and movement techniques, unable to keep up.

"Damn it, may the fight between them not conclude by the time I arrive, better hope Shen Qing blasts that fool's brains out for me."

Never before had Zhou Jishan wished for Shen Qing to be stronger, stronger still.

On the street.

Shen Qing, with his men, fought fiercely, unaware of how many demons they had slain, virtually all covered in blood.

His Divine Sense was keen, detecting a formidable aura rapidly approaching from a distance.

It was an Innate Martial Master.

An ancestor from one of the Thirteen Lines.

Shen Qing's expression changed slightly, shouting to the surrounding officers and dispatchers: "Scatter into the city, flee this place, an Innate Martial Master is coming."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, the officers and dispatchers' expressions changed, Innate Martial Masters were too distant for them, possibly being pulverized by just the aftermath.

They didn't dare to linger, scattering in all directions.

Shen Qing gestured with a single hand.

Arrows covered in mottled blood scattered throughout the street seemed to be drawn by invisible threads, whizzing and seamlessly returning to the arrow quiver at his waist.

Now the Inner City was no longer safe, forces entangled together, allies and enemies indistinguishable.

The water was thoroughly roiled.

Staying here, peril lurked, deeply unwise.

A wise man cherishes life.

Once the arrows were retrieved, Shen Qing didn't hesitate a moment, stepping forward, employing the Turtle Breath Technique and movement technique, sprinting towards the city outskirts.

He had barely rushed out when a thunderous explosion rolled in.

"The Chief Officer of Weiwu Division, Shen Qing, colluded with demons, intending to overthrow the court, guilty beyond doubt!"

Shen Qing looked up, seeing the Zhou Family's fifth young Master, Zhou Xintong, flying over from afar, blocking his path.

A fist aimed directly at his head.