Meng Hao didn’t slow down in the slightest. He whistled through the air, followed by the more than one hundred Cultivators who were still being led by the Blood Clones. They glanced at the local Cultivators with cold smiles as they passed, shooting through the air like meteors.
Some time after they were gone, the three late Foundation Establishment Cultivators let loose sighs of relief. Their faces were somewhat pale, because they knew that their greed just now had led them halfway to the grave.
“Who was that guy?” they thought, exchanging glances. “He managed to make Senior Ouyang take to flight….”
As he flew through the air, Meng Hao waved his hand out in front of him. The air rippled as arcs of golden light appeared. They shot toward Patriarch Big-head, but before they could get too close, the man spit up some more blood. The air around his feet grew blurry, and his speed increased, allowing him to evade Meng Hao’s attack. In the blink of an eye, he was roughly three thousand meters away.
“So fast!” thought Meng Hao, giving a cold harrumph as he continued onward. Throughout the course of this chase, Meng Hao’s interest in Patriarch Big-head’s legacy techniques had certainly been aroused.
Patriarch Big-head’s face was pale. He gritted his teeth and continued to flee, his heart pounding. A sensation of life-or-death danger floated in his heart. The only thing he could think to do was use every possible means to evade the pursuit and escape death.
Bitterness filled his heart. After reaching Core Formation, he had always been the one to chase and kill others. This was the first time he had been pursued like a stray dog.
“If I can make it out of this, then all of this humiliation will be paid back a hundredfold!” he thought, his eyes filling with madness. He increased his speed, traveling another three thousand meters in the blink of an eye.
After half a day of employing the ultimate speed possible within the Core Formation stage, Patriarch Big-head spotted some earthen walls off in the distance. This city was not as flourishing as one of the United Nine, but clearly a powerful group resided within.
As he neared, Patriarch Big-head cried out, “Fellow Daoist Chen!” Immediately, a beam of colorful light shot out from within the city. Inside was a muscular, bare-chested man of the mid Core Formation stage, with flowing black hair. When he saw Patriarch Big-head, he gaped in surprise.
“Big Bro Ouyang, what’s going on…?”
“Fellow Daoist Chen, please stop the hoodlum that’s chasing me!” he gushed as he shot past the muscular man. “You and I have similar Cultivation bases, but I was ambushed while in secluded meditation. I’ve been poisoned and I need an incense stick’s worth of time to suppress the poison. I owe you!”
The muscular man’s eyes glittered as he saw Meng Hao approaching.
Meng Hao glanced at the earthen city wall, and the muscular man who hovered in mid-air.
“Another person who doesn’t know the difference between life and death,” said Meng Hao as he flew forward.
Meng Hao didn’t slow down in the slightest. He whistled through the air, followed by the more than one hundred Cultivators who were still being led by the Blood Clones. They glanced at the local Cultivators with cold smiles as they passed, shooting through the air like meteors.Some time after they were gone, the three late Foundation Establishment Cultivators let loose sighs of relief. Their faces were somewhat pale, because they knew that their greed just now had led them halfway to the grave.“Who was that guy?” they thought, exchanging glances. “He managed to make Senior Ouyang take to flight….”As he flew through the air, Meng Hao waved his hand out in front of him. The air rippled as arcs of golden light appeared. They shot toward Patriarch Big-head, but before they could get too close, the man spit up some more blood. The air around his feet grew blurry, and his speed increased, allowing him to evade Meng Hao’s attack. In the blink of an eye, he was roughly three thousand meters away.“So fast!” thought Meng Hao, giving a cold harrumph as he continued onward. Throughout the course of this chase, Meng Hao’s interest in Patriarch Big-head’s legacy techniques had certainly been aroused.Patriarch Big-head’s face was pale. He gritted his teeth and continued to flee, his heart pounding. A sensation of life-or-death danger floated in his heart. The only thing he could think to do was use every possible means to evade the pursuit and escape death.
Bitterness filled his heart. After reaching Core Formation, he had always been the one to chase and kill others. This was the first time he had been pursued like a stray dog.
“If I can make it out of this, then all of this humiliation will be paid back a hundredfold!” he thought, his eyes filling with madness. He increased his speed, traveling another three thousand meters in the blink of an eye.
After half a day of employing the ultimate speed possible within the Core Formation stage, Patriarch Big-head spotted some earthen walls off in the distance. This city was not as flourishing as one of the United Nine, but clearly a powerful group resided within.
As he neared, Patriarch Big-head cried out, “Fellow Daoist Chen!” Immediately, a beam of colorful light shot out from within the city. Inside was a muscular, bare-chested man of the mid Core Formation stage, with flowing black hair. When he saw Patriarch Big-head, he gaped in surprise.
“Big Bro Ouyang, what’s going on…?”
“Fellow Daoist Chen, please stop the hoodlum that’s chasing me!” he gushed as he shot past the muscular man. “You and I have similar Cultivation bases, but I was ambushed while in secluded meditation. I’ve been poisoned and I need an incense stick’s worth of time to suppress the poison. I owe you!”
The muscular man’s eyes glittered as he saw Meng Hao approaching.
Meng Hao glanced at the earthen city wall, and the muscular man who hovered in mid-air.
“Another person who doesn’t know the difference between life and death,” said Meng Hao as he flew forward.
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