"Quick, quick! Soone’s over there!"
"Is that Leng Feng? After him! He has a Top Grade Spirit Stone!"
"It’s Leng Feng? Quick, fire a Signal Flare to notify the others!"
BOOM... BOOM...!
In an instant, a clamor of shouts erupted behind Shen Haoran, mixed with the sound of exploding Signal Flares!
"Shit!" Shen Haoran couldn’t help but curse as he sensed the Martial Artists gathering behind him.
"Changmao, when you killed him, didn’t you know to cover his mouth? Now they’ve found us!" Shen Haoran snapped at Changmao, who was perched on his shoulder.
"I didn’t know this much trouble was waiting for you! You cut off our connection, so I couldn’t hear what you guys were talking about!" Changmao said, aggrieved.
"You..." ’It’s true, I can’t bla Changmao. I can only bla my own inexperience and immaturity!’
"Look, it’s Leng Feng! Over there!" Just as Shen Haoran was blaming himself, another wave of Martial Artists appeared up ahead and charged toward him!
Seeing this, Shen Haoran imdiately changed direction and ran to the side!
’This is the middle ring of the Profound Spirit Mountain Range! You usually don’t see a single soul here. How can there be so many Martial Artists!’ Shen Haoran complained as he ran.
"It seems the allure of a Top Grade Spirit Stone is quite strong! But Shen the kid, what were you thinking back then, making up a nonexistent Top Grade Spirit Stone? You must be regretting it now!" Elder Yan teased.
"Elder Yan, this is no ti for jokes! Can’t you hurry up and think of a way out of this?!" Shen Haoran said with a pained expression. ’If I’d known this would happen, I never would have made up that story about a Top Grade Spirit Stone!’
"A way out? Isn’t that simple? I could kill them all with a single fart!" Elder Yan snorted coldly.
Shen Haoran’s face lit up at his words, but his joy didn’t even last three seconds before Elder Yan continued, "But I won’t help you! Consider this part of your training. If you can’t even handle sothing like this, you’re not worthy of being the successor to the Chaos Divine Body!"
Of course. Shen Haoran knew Elder Yan wouldn’t be so kind.
"However, I can give you a hint. Don’t forget where you are!" Elder Yan chuckled, and then his form vanished.
’Where am I?’ Shen Haoran was puzzled by this statent.
"That’s right! I’m in the middle ring of the Profound Spirit Mountain Range!" Shen Haoran realized with a start. This place was teeming with Spirit Beasts. Tier One and Tier Two beasts were everywhere, there were plenty of Tier Three and Tier Four ones, and there were even Tier Five Spirit Beasts!
’Out here, I’m all alone, so it’s easy for to escape the pursuit of Spirit Beasts. But it’s a different story for the Martial Artists and Blood Skull mbers chasing . There are so many of them. Even if the Spirit Beasts can’t kill them all, they can at least slow them down!’
At this thought, Shen Haoran gave a sinister smile. "Heh heh, if you want to chase , then co on!"
After that, Shen Haoran no longer avoided the Spirit Beasts. Instead, he made a point of running toward places where they congregated. In an instant, the entire middle ring of the Profound Spirit Mountain Range beca extraordinarily lively, filled with the roars of Spirit Beasts and the agonized screams of human Martial Artists!
「 ... 」
"Bah! That Leng Feng is a treacherous, cunning bastard! He actually lured out the Spirit Beasts of the Profound Spirit Mountain Range to block us! If I get my hands on him, I’ll flay him alive and rip out his tendons!" Behind Shen Haoran’s trail, a Blood Skull mber pulled his longsword from the body of a Tier Two Spirit Beast at his feet.
"Damn it. We’ve lost quite a few n dealing with these Spirit Beasts!" another companion said with a bitter smile.
They had originally thought that after finding Shen Haoran, they could easily capture him by coordinating with the Martial Artists from the town. They never expected Shen Haoran to use the mountain’s "native inhabitants" to hold them up. Not only did they fail to catch their target, but they also lost many of their own n in the chaos. It was a classic case of shooting oneself in the foot.
"Damn it, I can’t just swallow this! I’m going to make that kid pay a hundredfold!" the first mber said viciously.
"Oh? And how would you like to pay you back?" Just then, a soft voice sounded from behind the burly man.
"I’m gonna make him..." The burly man trailed off, suddenly realizing sothing, and whipped his head around.
"Leng... Leng Feng!"
"SWISH!" The instant the burly man’s voice fell, a flash of Sword Light streaked past. His head flew into the air, and a spray of blood instantly splattered across his companion’s face!
The warm blood snapped the burly man’s companion back to his senses. He imdiately reached into his robes, about to pull out a Signal Flare!
But Shen Haoran wasn’t about to give him the chance. The Soul-devouring Sword transford into a sharp arrow, embedding itself right between the man’s eyebrows!
Looking at the lifeless Blood Skull mber, Shen Haoran pulled out the Soul-devouring Sword and said coldly, "You’re just the first wave. If you want my life, you’d better be prepared to lose your own!"
With that, Shen Haoran’s figure vanished from the spot as he went to find other lone Blood Skull mbers. ’I’ve been herded like a duck for long enough. Now it’s ti to collect so interest!’
At that mont, Shen Haoran beca a shadow assassin in the jungle. Every lone Blood Skull mber beca a soul for his sword. At that mont, the roles of hunter and prey had officially been reversed!
As dusk fell, the descending darkness provided even better conditions for Shen Haoran’s assassinations. A dark and windy night—the perfect ti for murder.
「 ... 」
Early the next morning, Xue Qinghe frowned deeply as he looked at the captains of the ten remaining teams. "Where are the captains of the Third, Seventh, Twelfth, and Fourteenth teams? Where are their n?"
Hearing Xue Qinghe’s question, the other captains looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating they hadn’t seen them.
Seeing their expressions, a sense of unease grew in Xue Qinghe’s heart. Then, as if he’d realized sothing, he cursed, "That damn Leng Feng! I really underestimated him!"
"Hmph, maybe your n are just trash. I told you his combat strength was impressive. Do you believe now?" Lin Ziqing said casually, twirling a lock of her hair.
"Stop with the sarcastic remarks. If Leng Feng gets away, you can forget about getting the Top Grade Spirit Stone too!" Xue Qinghe shot Lin Ziqing a look and said coldly.
"Don’t worry, he won’t get away. I know where he is now!" Lin Ziqing gave a savage grin. A black centipede, terrifying to behold, shimred in and out of sight near her ear.
"Hmph, you’d better be right!" Xue Qinghe snorted, then continued, "From now on, you’ll search in pairs of teams. The two teams in a pair must not be more than fifty ters apart. If anything happens, provide imdiate support!"
"Yes, sir!" the Blood Skull mbers answered in unison, then plunged into the dense forest!
「 ... 」
In the mountain forest, Shen Haoran was pulling his Soul-devouring Sword from the body of a Blood Skull mber.
"Number thirty-six!" That night, Shen Haoran had beco a grim reaper, cutting down thirty-six people.
’I haven’t seen a single lone Blood Skull mber since this morning. It seems they’ve figured sothing out,’ Shen Haoran murmured, looking at the corpse on the ground.
’The other Martial Artists should have mostly retreated by now.’ Over the past day and night, Shen Haoran had exclusively targeted mbers of the Blood Skull. There was a reason for this. First, he had a grudge against the Blood Skull, so he certainly wouldn’t let them go. Second, it sent a ssage to the ordinary Loose Cultivators: ’My target is only the Blood Skull; this has nothing to do with other Martial Artists.’ After all, the number of ordinary Martial Artists was huge. Shen Haoran couldn’t possibly kill every single one of them—what would be the difference between him and a Demon then?
Furthermore, the chase over the past two days had yielded no benefits for them. On the contrary, they had suffered serious injuries from the Spirit Beasts. It was likely that a large number of Martial Artists had already retreated to the town.
Thinking of this, Shen Haoran let out a long breath. ’As long as the ordinary Martial Artists don’t interfere, I can wear down and kill every last Blood Skull mber in this jungle!’
"CRACK!" Just as Shen Haoran was lost in thought, the sound of a breaking branch rang out.
’Soone’s here!’ Shen Haoran reacted instantly, hiding up in an ancient tree.
After concealing himself, Shen Haoran looked down. A mont later, several figures appeared in his line of sight. The one in the lead was none other than Xue Qinghe! But what surprised Shen Haoran was the person standing beside Xue Qinghe—Lin Ziqing, whom he had also t once before.
’It’s her!’
User Comments
0 comments from readers