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"This time we must kill him. If we let him escape, it will be us who end up dead," Su Hai said coldly.
"Let's go," Zhou Yu waved his hand.
In the vast mountains.
Wang Yi was drenched in sweat and covered in blood, running through the forest with the Azure Flow Sword gleaming coldly in his hand.
Suddenly, Wang Yi felt a jolt beneath his feet, cried out in pain, and became dizzy, finding himself hanging upside down from a tree.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, arrows rained down from the sky, densely packed, making anyone who saw them feel their scalp tingle.
Ah!
A sharp arrow shot straight into Wang Yi's arm, blood flowing profusely. Gritting his teeth, he swung the Azure Flow Sword, severing the rope. With a powerful kick, he flew backward as the Azure Flow Sword whirled around him, making a cracking sound.
Kill!
The battle cries echoed!
More than ten masked Night Stalkers wielding iron hooks descended from the treetops. With a swoosh, the glinting iron hooks flew toward Wang Yi's vital points—his face, chest, legs, and back of his head—all targeted by the attackers in black.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The iron hooks danced furiously.
Wang Yi stepped forward using the You Li Body Technique, moving like a fleeting shadow at an incredible speed. The Azure Flow Sword traced a circle in the air, and instantly, a wave of green sword energy surged outward like a tide.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Blood gushed from the throat of the black-clad man, and several heads rolled away, blood spraying like a water column, shooting up to a height of ten feet.
"Kill!" Wang Yi, drenched in blood, his eyes filled with murderous intent, even his hair dripping with blood, looked like a hungry ghost emerging from hell. The Lingjian Technique was unleashed, and sword light danced furiously, shattering the air like delicate porcelain, cracking apart like a spider's web.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At that moment, countless long spears suddenly shot through the air, sweeping across like a swarm of locusts. Rumbling, countless massive trees were pierced by the spears, their destructive power reaching astonishing levels. With a loud crash, they turned to dust, numerous trees collapsing like an avalanche, creating a cacophony of noise as Wang Yi and the surviving dozen black-clad men were buried beneath the fallen trees.
Rumbling!
A streak of Azure Sword Qi sliced through the fallen trees, and then a blood shadow darted out. It was none other than Wang Yi; as for those black-clad men, they had long been crushed into meat paste by the trees.
Looking up, he saw over thirty large eagles in the sky, each carrying a black-clad man armed with long spears.
"Fire," Zhao Shanyu commanded from atop an eagle, his face full of grim determination as he waved his hand.
Before his words fell, a dense barrage of long spears shot down from the sky towards Wang Yi.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Wang Yi felt his scalp tingle and dared not linger; he shot forward like lightning as the sound of spears piercing through trees echoed behind him, splintering wood everywhere.
"Hahaha, Wang Yi, right now you are just a rat crossing the street. I suggest you surrender and take your own life!" Zhao Shanyu said smugly.
"Brother Zhao is absolutely right; Wang Yi, you should just end it yourself!" Su Ming laughed heartily.
"Hmph, Wang Yi, I will make sure to tear your body into pieces to vent my rage," Lin Wanfeng said coldly. Remembering that he was the top disciple of Wen Cang Sect and a strong youth of Xiangzhou Prefecture who had been defeated by an unknown person filled him with burning fury; only by killing Wang Yi could this anger be quelled.
"Release," Zhou Yu said coldly.
Whoosh!
The sound of long spears slicing through the air was deafening, and the spears were like a forest, their gleaming tips brighter than snow.
With a sharp sound, Wang Yi barely dodged in time, a piece of his sleeve torn away by the spear. A chill surged from his heart, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. If he had been even a moment slower, his arm would have been crippled.
The chase!
An endless pursuit!
Zhou Yu, Zhao Shanyu, Lin Wanfeng, Su Hai—what happened today will be repaid in full by me, Wang Yi!
Just wait!
Zhou Yu and the others rode on great eagles, launching their attacks from the sky. Wang Yi could never escape their line of sight, causing him to panic like an ant on a hot pan, sweating profusely and feeling utterly flustered.
“Stay calm, stay calm. Focus, focus,” Wang Yi told himself as he dodged the spears.
In critical moments, one must not lose composure!
The sky, the earth, Deep Forest!
Wang Yi looked up, gritted his teeth, and headed deeper into Deep Forest.
There, the trees stood tall and dense, their leaves thick enough to block out the sun. If he concealed himself there, Zhou Yu and the others should find it difficult to spot him.
As Wang Yi had anticipated, Zhou Yu and the others soon lost sight of him completely, disappearing from their view.
“Damn it.”
"Dammit."
"What should we do now?" Su Ming said with a murderous aura.
"Deploy the Blood-Clothed Guards," Zhou Yu said coldly.
"At this point, there's no other choice. With Wang Yi's potential, it won't take long for him to reach the Mysterious Realm. By then, all of us from the Four Great Families will be his targets for revenge, so we absolutely cannot let him escape this time," Su Hai said in a deep voice.
Zhou Yu and the others fell silent. They were not fools; all of them were exceptionally talented individuals who understood the consequences of letting Wang Yi escape. They believed that any family facing such a formidable enemy with immense potential would be unable to find peace.
Escape!
Wang Yi coldly stared at the vast Deep Forest ahead. The only way to avoid this calamity was to delve deep into the forest and conceal himself. Only then could he possibly evade this disaster and return tenfold or a hundredfold against Zhou Yu and the others in the future.
The sun's afterglow fell upon every corner of the Deep Forest and illuminated Wang Yi, stretching his crimson figure in the sunset.
Kill!
With a roar of blood flames, more than ten Blood-Clothed Men charged out from the Deep Forest.
These were the Blood-Clothed Guards trained by the Zhou Family and Zhao Family, truly elite forces; these ten or so were just one squad among them. Each Blood-Clothed Guard possessed Yuanjing Fivefold strength and had crawled out from piles of corpses, exuding a nauseating aura of blood and a chilling murderous intent.
Puff!
A sword slashed out, and one Blood-Clothed Guard was instantly cut in half by Wang Yi, blood and flesh flying everywhere.
The Blood-Clothed Guards were all individuals who had undergone life-and-death trials; for them, death was as commonplace as daily meals. Their bodies and minds had long since become numb, with only one purpose in this world: to kill. Therefore, when they saw Wang Yi bisecting their companion, they remained unfeeling and indifferent, swiftly drawing their blades and stabbing out. The Blade Qi filled the air, shattering everything in its path.
Lingjian Technique!
Azure Flow Sword danced with fury, moving with urgency, and all that could be seen were Sword Flowers, the sword light surpassing snow.
Kill!
A sword energy, about ten feet long, broke through the air, sweeping forth and scattering flesh and blood, severing several Sanggu Trees in half.
Before long, these twelve Blood-Clothed Guards met a tragic end under Wang Yi's sword.
However, the injuries on his body grew heavier; blood flowed profusely from his back, the blood cold as ice. Several ribs were broken, his strength gradually waning. With a push of his foot, Wang Yi vanished from the scene, determined to find a place to heal his wounds before leaving.
Night!
In the vast Deep Forest, flickers of firelight appeared. Shadows moved within the woods, exuding a murderous aura.
Teams of Blood-Clothed Guards spread out in the Deep Forest, searching thoroughly without missing any spot.
In a cave, Zhou Yu and the others remained silent. The large cave was eerily quiet, only faint breathing could be heard. The air seemed to carry a heavy atmosphere, as if a giant stone pressed down on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe. After an entire pursuit, they had only managed to injure Wang Yi, and now they hadn't even caught sight of him; instead, he had killed a team of Blood-Clothed Guards.
Despicable and infuriating!
Zhou Yu and the others realized the seriousness of the situation. In the vast Deep Forest, trying to find one person was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Each of them recognized the strength of this rural dweller.
"Search! We must find him, regardless of life or death," Zhou Yu said ominously.
"Brother Zhou, I think we should let our uncles take action!" Zhao Shanyu hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"No way! Absolutely not! I have already promised my father that I would capture him myself. If I seek help from my father now, what face would I have left?" Zhou Yu replied coldly.
"But Wang Yi's strength has far exceeded our expectations. Right now, he is practically invincible in the Yuan Realm. Only someone as strong as our uncles can subdue him," Zhao Shanyu gritted his teeth. He admitted that he had underestimated Wang Yi, recognized his strength and potential. After this battle, he felt fear; he couldn't imagine what would happen if they let Wang Yi escape this time.
"I can't take it anymore," Zhou Yu said coldly, looking at Zhao Shanyu.
Seeing that Zhou Yu was already angry, Zhao Shanyu fell silent for a moment and shouted towards the Blood-Clothed Guards outside the cave, "Go find him! If you discover Wang Yi's whereabouts, kill him without mercy. If you can't find him, don't come back!" By the end of his voice, it was deep and terrifying, as if it were coming from the depths of an abyss.
"Understood," the Blood-Clothed Guards replied with a bow and disappeared into the night.
The night was pitch black.
In an ancient tree deep within the boundless Deep Forest, Wang Yi sat cross-legged inside, expressionless. His mind focused, the Mysterious Pearl within him rapidly circulated, flowing out strands of mysterious energy that spread throughout his limbs and bones, aiding in his recovery.
This ancient tree had stood for countless years; its interior had decayed, and the air carried a slight musty smell. Dark and gloomy, slender beams of moonlight streamed through the hollow of the dead wood, flowing like water over Wang Yi's face, highlighting his handsome and resolute features.
Faint breathing echoed within the tree, slowly resonating, long and drawn out.
Time passed slowly; in the blink of an eye, the moonlight grew denser, and a thin mist began to fall in the air, as if draping a veil over the Deep Forest. It resembled a beautiful maiden swaying her graceful figure, hazy and indistinct.
Wang Yi slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, feeling much more comfortable. His broken ribs had already healed, and his Vital Energy surged robustly.
Suddenly, a glint of killing intent flashed in Wang Yi's eyes. He pushed off with his feet and shot upwards. In an instant, a streak of green sword light flashed through the night. With a crack, the ancient tree was severed in half.
At the same time, a whoosh sounded through the air as several crossbow bolts mercilessly pierced into the trunk of the ancient tree. With a crashing sound, the ancient tree fell over.
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