“He’s so young, yet so sinister. Exploding the swords was just a diversion. Dammit!” He increased his speed, turning into a ray of light as he pursued Meng Hao.
Two people shot through the evening as the sky grew dark. The bright moon looked down, its gaze illuminating them.
Meng Hao’s face was grim. He consumed some Demonic Cores. Even though the North Sea had shown him the Dao, and he had broken through to the next level, his current situation did not bode well. He was at the seventh level of Qi Condensation, but had no way to lose his pursuer. He was in somewhat of a crisis.
“There will come a day when I will slay this man!” thought Meng Hao. As he considered the inexplicable enmity between them, he came to the realisation that it was all because of his opponent’s greed. Over and over again. It was extremely annoying.
Looking back at Shangguan Xiu, Meng Hao gritted his teeth. As his flying sword sputtered out of power, he leaped to the ground, racing toward the wild mountains. He was heading, not toward the Reliance Sect, but rather the east of Mount Daqing, where a chain of mountains rose and fell off toward the flatlands and the capital city of the State of Zhao.
The mountains here were numerous, even more so than the regions around the Reliance Sect. This mountain chain was the largest in the State of Zhao, and had come to be known as the State Shield Mountain range. From a distance, you couldn’t see past them, and in the night, they rose up like the undulating spine of a slumbering dragon, emanating a lofty air.
Meng Hao lowered his head, speeding deep into the State Shield Mountains. This was not the first time he had fled for his life in the past three years. From his experience that year on the black mountain, Meng Hao knew how to seize opportunities. He flew as fast as he could, heading deeper and deeper into the mountains.
Shangguan Xiu did not slow in his pursuit. No matter where Meng Hao went, he would follow. His mind was set; he would kill Meng Hao and take his treasures. And yet he knew he didn’t have much time. The medicinal plant that he had been growing was ripe and ready to be harvested. If he was too slow, it would wither, which would wreck his future plans.
In his estimation, it should take more than one or two days to take care of Meng Hao. That much of a delay was acceptable. So without hesitation, he continued into the barren mountains in pursuit.
About five hundred kilometers away from the point where Meng Hao and Shangguan Xiu entered the State of Zhao’s State Shield Mountains, there arose a lofty mountain.
The mountain’s peak pierced the clouds, and was visible from a vast distance away. Everything from half-way up the mountain all the way to its peak was covered with white snow. It was huge, much bigger than any of the surrounding mountains, and its very top seemed to emanate rays of light that covered the mountain like flowing water.
Next to this mountain was another mountain, whose top appeared to have been sliced off, forming a round, plateau-like platform. Assembled on the platform were nearly a hundred Cultivators wearing long, white robes.
They were young, the youngest of the group being eleven or twelve years old, the oldest, seventeen or eighteen. There were boys and girls, and all of them wore expressions of keen anticipation. Some of them seemed to be keeping their Cultivation base concealed, and their faces looked proud and unyielding.
Some of the group were at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Condensation, and a few were even at the ninth. The weakest were at the fifth or sixth levels. There was no Sect in the State of Zhao who had disciples like this. Clearly, whoever had gathered this group of youths was a major Sect from the Southern Domain.
Their clothing was all uniform, and they radiated an imposing air, as if they had the power to affect everything around them. Some of them had outstanding latent talent, and all of them were filled with vigor. Clearly, they belonged in the Cultivation world.
“These are some of my Outer Sect disciples,” said a voice with a complacent laugh. “What do you think, Eccentric Song?” At the front of the group, near the edge of the platform, two old men sat cross-legged, a Go board spread out between them. The person who had laughed was one of these old men. He had white hair, wore a white robe, and had the demeanor of a transcendent being.
His eyes flashed like lightning and were filled with pride. He continued to laugh.
"เขาเป็นหนุ่มดังนั้น ยังอุบาทว์ ระเบิดดาบถูกเพียงผัน Dammit " เขาเพิ่มความเร็วของเขา เปลี่ยนเป็นลำแสงเขาสร้างเฮาเมงภาพผ่านยามเย็นขณะท้องฟ้าเติบโตเข้มคนสองคน ดวงจันทร์สว่างมองลง จ้องมองของแสงได้หน้าเมงเฮาก็น่ากลัว เขาบริโภคบางแกนปีศาจ แม้ว่าทะเลเหนือได้แสดงพระองค์ใน Dao และเขาได้เสียผ่านไปยังระดับถัดไป สถานการณ์ปัจจุบันของเขาไม่ได้เป็นลางดี เขาถูกในระดับเจ็ดชิควบ แต่มีการสูญเสียของเขา pursuer พระองค์ในของวิกฤต"มาวันเมื่อฉันจะฆ่าชายคนนี้" คิดว่า เฮาเมง เขาถือว่าความเป็นปฏิปักษ์อธิบายไม่กัน เช่นเขามารับที่มันเป็น เพราะความโลภของฝ่ายตรงข้ามของเขาทั้งหมด ซ้ำแล้วซ้ำอีก มันก็น่ารำคาญมากมองย้อนกลับไปที่ซั่ง Xiu เมงเฮา gritted ฟันของเขา เป็นดาบบิน sputtered พลัง เขา leaped ดิน แข่งต่อภูเขาป่า เขาเป็น ไม่ไปสู่สำนักพึ่งพา แต่ค่อนข้างตะวันออกของภูเขาต้าชิ่ง ที่โซ่ของภูเขากุหลาบ และตกจากงามเป็นพื้นที่ราบและเมืองหลวงของรัฐเจียวเลยภูเขาแห่งนี้เป็นจำนวนมาก แม้จะมากไปกว่าพื้นที่รอบสำนักพึ่งพา โซ่นี้ภูเขาใหญ่ที่สุดในรัฐ Zhao และมาเป็นสถานะโล่เทือก จากระยะไกล คุณไม่สามารถดูผ่านมาพวกเขา และในเวลากลางคืน พวกเขาลุกขึ้นเช่นกระดูกสันหลังลูกคลื่นของมังกร slumbering เล็ดลอดออกมาอากาศโปร่งสบายMeng Hao lowered his head, speeding deep into the State Shield Mountains. This was not the first time he had fled for his life in the past three years. From his experience that year on the black mountain, Meng Hao knew how to seize opportunities. He flew as fast as he could, heading deeper and deeper into the mountains.Shangguan Xiu did not slow in his pursuit. No matter where Meng Hao went, he would follow. His mind was set; he would kill Meng Hao and take his treasures. And yet he knew he didn’t have much time. The medicinal plant that he had been growing was ripe and ready to be harvested. If he was too slow, it would wither, which would wreck his future plans.In his estimation, it should take more than one or two days to take care of Meng Hao. That much of a delay was acceptable. So without hesitation, he continued into the barren mountains in pursuit.About five hundred kilometers away from the point where Meng Hao and Shangguan Xiu entered the State of Zhao’s State Shield Mountains, there arose a lofty mountain.The mountain’s peak pierced the clouds, and was visible from a vast distance away. Everything from half-way up the mountain all the way to its peak was covered with white snow. It was huge, much bigger than any of the surrounding mountains, and its very top seemed to emanate rays of light that covered the mountain like flowing water.Next to this mountain was another mountain, whose top appeared to have been sliced off, forming a round, plateau-like platform. Assembled on the platform were nearly a hundred Cultivators wearing long, white robes.They were young, the youngest of the group being eleven or twelve years old, the oldest, seventeen or eighteen. There were boys and girls, and all of them wore expressions of keen anticipation. Some of them seemed to be keeping their Cultivation base concealed, and their faces looked proud and unyielding.Some of the group were at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Condensation, and a few were even at the ninth. The weakest were at the fifth or sixth levels. There was no Sect in the State of Zhao who had disciples like this. Clearly, whoever had gathered this group of youths was a major Sect from the Southern Domain.Their clothing was all uniform, and they radiated an imposing air, as if they had the power to affect everything around them. Some of them had outstanding latent talent, and all of them were filled with vigor. Clearly, they belonged in the Cultivation world.“These are some of my Outer Sect disciples,” said a voice with a complacent laugh. “What do you think, Eccentric Song?” At the front of the group, near the edge of the platform, two old men sat cross-legged, a Go board spread out between them. The person who had laughed was one of these old men. He had white hair, wore a white robe, and had the demeanor of a transcendent being.His eyes flashed like lightning and were filled with pride. He continued to laugh.
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