CHAPTER 1734: CHAPTER 581 SILK DIVINE ARCHER_2

"Fifth Prince, your archery skills..." Liu Zhenhuan pursed his lips, hesitating and opting for less sensitive wording to avoid provoking this "First Day of the Month Domination" prince: "...under my command are numerous Divine Archers... um... this title is practically the nemesis of all military branches..."

Truthfully, old Liu wanted to say, you should just give up; compared to my archers, I’m afraid you’ll lose so badly you won’t be able to find your backside.

"Richard, your kindness is appreciated! But..." during the Grudge-filled Olympic Conference, Medusa and Orephin are forever absent." The Fifth Prince of the Tang Zang Empire waved over a golden-armored warrior, cheekily using a Beamon saying that was exceedingly ambiguous to express his confidence.

The entire room fell into laughter.

Liu Zhenhuan was lighting a cigar, laughing so hard he extinguished the flame.

Fat Luo and a group of mammoth strongmen were almost driven to the brink of berserk fury.

Holding the snoring Guoguo, sitting beside Helen, Tutor Cui Beixi’s face turned pale with anger, nearly fainting.

"In the Grudge-filled Olympics, Medusa and Orephin are forever absent," the saying, besides jokes and teasing, genuinely implies "taking an unbeaten path," "mountain people have their own tricks," "hidden strategies," and the like.

Using this saying to express confidence, the Tang Zang Prince "First Day of the Month Domination," was undeniably declaring "I have my own methods, I have my own special tricks"; amidst laughter, one cannot help but admire the prince’s knowledge and humor.

Amidst hearty laughter, a sallow-faced golden-armored warrior, carrying a painted eyebrow bow and a sac of white-feathered arrows, strode to old Liu, bowing respectfully.

This Tang Zang warrior had a ponytail, facial features as if carved from stone, eyes sharp, exuding toughness; judging from the way he walked, pulling earth like one digs up radishes, he probably was a martial arts expert.

It’s noteworthy that the Elemental Fluctuation within this Tang Zang warrior was restrained and sluggish, resembling either a chronic illness or grave injury; purely from an elemental rhythm standpoint, this odd Elemental Fluctuation seems like Dou Qi, yet not entirely.

Qingya Baiyu also had this faint Elemental Fluctuation, seemingly insignificant at first glance, yet exploding like atomic fission, growing exponentially when unleashed!

Previously, Liu Zhenhuan thought it was due to Qingya’s prolonged hibernation and lack of energy; only now did he realize this was a unique elemental cultivation method of Silk Continent!

"This warrior is named ’Poorest of the Cloud Qin Era!’ He is our Tang Zang Empire’s top Divine Archer, strikes with lightning speed! In Aegean Beamon terms, he is Divine Archer, and in Aegeanian terms, he is Cupid Shooter!" The Fifth Prince introduced to old Liu.

The hands of this Tang Zang Empire’s top Divine Archer immediately caught the eyes of many insiders.

In his left hand was an ancient iron bow, the bow limb engraved with an ivory-tailed painted bluesong bird, the bowstring woven from an unknown white silk, finely crafted but not Magical Equipment.

His right hand lacked an archer’s iron thumb ring, but the base of his thumb, index, and middle finger had bulging, tobacco-colored calluses—this detail could cause all archers to break down.

As is known by all, archers without a thumb ring risk the bowstring cutting their fingers; he dared to be so presumptuous, hence he has extraordinary strength.

This Tang Zang first Archer’s gaze momentarily rested on Nedved; for everyone else, it was as if he was looking at air.

"Respected First Divine Archer of Tang Zang Empire, ’May you always Divine Archer’!" The Feilengcui Overlord chuckled, using a common taunt among Aegeanian archers to reply to the Tang Zang prince and ’Poorest of the Cloud Qin Era’.

’May you always Divine Archer’ is an exceedingly malicious curse.

In the sound of the Fifth Prince’s hearty laughter, the sallow-faced man silently walked to the center of the empty ground, began donning his quiver, which hung distinctively not on his back but under his left arm like a sword.

"Is drawing arrows like this convenient?" Liu Zhenhuan asked Ventéclair.

"Personal habit, it doesn’t interfere." The Tenth Prince shrugged.

"Wearing the quiver this way saves time over a backpack-type draw string." Nedved chuckled, "But focusing on such a level with regards to archer speed is somewhat inferior."

The Tang Zang archer secured his quiver, pulled out a red ribbon from his bosom; just as old Liu thought he was going to slaughter, he wrapped the ribbon around his eyes.

"Blind shot?" Nedved murmured.

An arrow whistled into the sky from Tang Zang’s military formation, screeching like a falcon.

As if brewing for ten thousand years just for this moment, within the Tang Zang formation, horns, war drums, and iron zithers played simultaneously!

The world changed, turbulence surged.

The scene of war formations clashing, bloody desolation with white horses and western winds, guided by the stirring military music, appeared in each person’s mind.

"This is the ’Qin Wang Po Zhen Da Qu’, the military music our Tang Zang army must play when launching an attack!" The Fifth Prince glanced at the Aegean guests, many including the Flower King remained unmoved, surprising the prince.