Chapter 461: What Did You Grow Up Eating?

Qiu Honglei was already severely wounded from the previous arrow, which had struck the lantern. Against this new attack, she had no hope of defending herself.

Zu'an's heart pounded, and he instinctively straightened up. At that moment, the Earth Dispersed Cultivator, one of the Eight Dispersed Cultivators, appeared before Qiu Honglei. He pressed his hand onto the ground, and the earth itself rose, forming a massive dirt wall.

Though thick and sturdy, the dirt wall was effortlessly pierced by the rapidly approaching arrow.

Compared to the arrow, the earth, thicker than a city wall, appeared as flimsy as paper.

As if anticipating this outcome, the Earth Dispersed Cultivator immediately conjured a yellowish-brown elemental armor without hesitation.

The arrow was stopped by the transparent armor, then spun furiously, producing a high-pitched screeching sound as it chafed against the barrier.

Within moments, the armor gave way, shattering completely.

However, the arrow was now spent, and the Earth Dispersed Cultivator managed to catch it between his clasped hands.

Even so, the arrow’s force pushed his hands back, embedding the projectile about an inch into his chest before it finally halted. This demonstrated the sheer power of the shot.

Sang Hong remarked, "It seems Qiu Honglei holds a high position within the Demonic Cult, if even a Dispersed Cultivator must shield her from an arrow."

Zu'an chuckled, "What if Miss Qiu is simply too beautiful, and men can't help but feel protective? You'll notice the female Dispersed Cultivator didn't step in to block it."

Sang Hong was speechless.

Zu'an always had a peculiar way of looking at things, yet there was some truth to his words.

Sang Qian, standing nearby, scoffed, "Only you would be so crude, always thinking about romantic matters."

Zu'an rolled his eyes. "As if you're any different. Who was so eager to greet Qiu Honglei just now?"

Sang Qian's face flushed with a hint of guilt. He admitted to himself that given the chance, he likely would have rushed to Qiu Honglei's rescue as well.

Meanwhile, several Dispersed Cultivators on the field, fearing another arrow from the Night Elf leader, surged forward to attack him. However, other Night Elves swiftly intercepted them.

As the Night Elf leader drew his bow once more, the Demonic Cult members grew tense and quickly formed a protective circle around Qiu Honglei.

She was the Saintess of the cult, second only to the Cult Master in popularity. If anything were to happen to her, the consequences for them would be dire.

Unexpectedly, the Night Elf leader did not aim for Qiu Honglei. Instead, he shifted his aim and fired an arrow directly at the carriage.

Given the arrow's proven power, the ordinary individuals in the carriage, whose cultivation had been restricted, stood no chance of survival against it.

Their mission had two objectives: to capture Zu'an alive if possible, or, failing that, to ensure he never fell into anyone else's hands.

Earlier, with the advantage on their side, they naturally intended to capture Zu'an and interrogate him about the *Phoenix Nirvana Sutra*. However, having lost several comrades, the Demonic Cult now held the upper hand. Continuing the fight would make it difficult to seize Zu'an from them. Since they couldn't obtain him, they decided to eliminate him.

Seeing the arrow fly towards the carriage, Qiu Honglei, from afar, blanched. She desperately wanted to intervene, but her distance and severe injuries rendered her utterly helpless.

Zu'an's pupils constricted. He swiftly grabbed Zheng Dan beside him, no longer caring about revealing his presence.

Just then, Huang Huihong suddenly surged forward, his Soul-Snatching Chain shooting out to wrap around the arrow, ensnaring it almost instantly.

The ability to accurately ensnare an arrow moving like lightning earned him the profound admiration of everyone present.

However, the arrow's power was not so easily contained. With a high-pitched, screeching friction sound, the Soul-Snatching Chain exploded, shattering into countless pieces!

The shattered chain links flew back at Huang Huihong, who was thrown back as if struck by a speeding car. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and crashed heavily to the ground, watching in despair as the arrow continued its trajectory towards the carriage.

Just then, a streak of black flame materialized, forming a wall of fire in front of the carriage, successfully blocking the incoming arrow.

The arrow, with its furious rotation, attempted to pierce the flame wall. However, the black flames were clearly extraordinary; they swiftly branched out, enveloping the arrow layer by layer until, before everyone's eyes, the projectile dissolved within the inferno.

"What kind of flames are these? They're incredibly powerful!" Everyone present watched with wide eyes, especially the Fire Dispersed Cultivator of the Demonic Cult. He knew his own flames could never have stopped that arrow; this fire's potency was clearly far superior to his own.

At that moment, a beautiful figure landed in front of the carriage. Dressed in a form-fitting combat suit, her demonic figure was highlighted even further.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily followed the movement of her chest.

Zu'an wore a peculiar expression, thinking, *Big Manman, your figure is so distinctive, what's the point of wearing a mask?*

This woman seemed to constantly be flaunting her figure. Even if she wasn't wearing a dress, why choose such a tight outfit instead of something more discreet like a loose-fitting night suit?

Pei Mianman turned, instinctively reaching to pull Zu'an away to escape, but then realized it was Sang Qian. She paused, then glanced at Zu'an beside him, taking in his groom's attire and Zheng Dan's vibrant wedding gown, their hands tightly clasped. Her expression instantly soured, and she scoffed, "I thought some people were fighting for their lives, but it seems they're quite comfortable."

"So it's her," Qiu Honglei murmured from a distance. She had encountered this woman back in Brightmoon City; indeed, apart from Zu'an, she was likely the most familiar with Pei Mianman among everyone present.

She was initially recalling their previous battle, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to Pei Mianman's chest. She couldn't help but bite her lip, wondering what that woman had eaten to develop such a figure.

Qiu Honglei had always prided herself on her figure, but compared to Pei Mianman, she had to admit defeat, at least in terms of her bust.

"Kill Zu'an!" the Night Elf leader commanded, his face pale as he immediately retracted his bow. Evidently, the three consecutive shots had significantly drained him, making it impossible to fire again in the short term.

Upon receiving the order, the other Night Elves turned and charged directly towards the carriage.

Sang Qian was terrified out of his wits. He had only agreed to impersonate Zu'an because he believed it would ensure his survival. Now, faced with the immediate danger, he abandoned all pretense, quickly pointing at Zu'an and shouting, "I'm not Zu'an! He is! Don't mistake me for him!"

Zu'an couldn't help but stare at him, finally shaking his head. "Young Master Sang, you're rather diminishing your own standing with that display."

Sang Qian noticed the disdain in Zheng Dan's eyes, and even his father's brow seemed to furrow in disapproval. He knew his cowardly actions were somewhat demeaning, but at that moment, he cared for nothing but survival.