Chapter 387: Flee

Qin Yang had just left the Moon Palace and returned to Lan Xing when he was targeted.

A figure appeared before him, wearing golden Zhànjiǎ, immortal aura swirling, with a cold smile on his face.

He was a Golden Immortal powerhouse, his eyes icy to the bone, bearing a terrifying killing intent that locked onto Qin Yang.

Qin Yang's heart jolted; he instantly sensed the hostility, knowing the comer meant ill.

He hesitated not, turned and fled, but the opponent's speed was greater, directly sealing space and trapping Qin Yang within.

Even with Qin Yang's speed, he could not escape.

Qin Yang's expression grew solemn; he stared coldly and asked, "Who are you? Why attack me? I have not offended you."

"You deserve to die!"

The golden-armored powerhouse spoke.

His visage was extraordinarily handsome and valiant, his aura of Golden Immortal level immense, making one dare not meet his gaze.

Even as strong as Qin Yang, he now struggled to withstand the opponent's aura.

This was a true Golden Immortal powerhouse, unlike the Frost Giant whose body had problems earlier; the opponent possessed full Golden Immortal-level strength.

If the opponent struck with full force, I could not possibly block it.

Xiǎng dào zhèlǐ, Qin Yang grew anxious, wanting to call his master, but found that no message could be sent out; seeking his master's help was nearly impossible.

Seeing this, the opponent sneered, obviously having noticed Qin Yang's move; he said disdainfully, "Since I have acted, I naturally made full preparations—how could I let you send a message? You think I don't know that the Heavenly Hound is in the mortal realm, now your master?"

Qin Yang shuddered, Hàirán staring at him: "How could you possibly know so much? You aren't in the celestial realm? Does the celestial realm still monitor every stir of Fanchén?"

Hearing Qin Yang's words, that heavenly general gave no reply, merely saying coldly, "Go die!"

Having spoken, the heavenly general directly attacked, a spear in hand aiming straight for Qin Yang's heart.

Even if Qin Yang had cultivated the Eight Nine Mystic Skill, a hit would pierce him outright; there is no way to block a powerful strike from a Golden Immortal.

Qin Yang instantly dodged, the opponent's attack missed, but the spear's shadow followed like a shadow, pursuing his form.

Qin Yang felt a stinging pain all over his skin; the spear tip neared his body, about to pierce him, with no escape left.

Seeing this, Qin Yang gritted his teeth, directly brandishing the Changdao and slashing toward the opponent's sea of consciousness.

This was a mutual-destruction tactic; if the opponent did not retract the spear to defend, Qin Yang's slash would inflict grave harm even if he himself were hit.

Obviously, as a Golden Immortal, he did not wish to trade lives with a Tiānxiān powerhouse.

He directly retracted the spear, blocking that strike.

With a resounding "clang," Qin Yang staggered back, his whole body shaking, blood and qi surging.

After all, his Jìngjiè was still at the Tiānxiān level; though he could contend with peak Xuan Immortal experts, facing a Golden Immortal powerhouse still left a clear gap.

At this moment, Qin Yang could only delay as much as possible, awaiting rescue.

He had no confidence of defeating the opponent, for the enemy's strength and realm far surpassed his; how long he could endure depended entirely on fate.

Xiǎng dào zhèlǐ, Qin Yang acted again, coldly shouting, "Break Mountain!"

The next moment, a thick blade of light appeared, extending over a hundred zhang, directly slashing toward the opponent.

The opponent snorted coldly, the spear trembled, and thrust forward.

A thick spear-glint flashed; Qin Yang's blade-light vanished instantly, shattered by that spear.

The heavenly general snorted coldly, expression disdainful.

He circulated his immortal power, the Dao resonance rumbling; the majesty of a Golden Immortal enveloped Qin Yang, making his steps difficult.

Qin Yang still endured; his immortal power surged, his qi and blood circulated, dyeing the surroundings golden, the Eight Nine Mystic Skill operating at its limit.

The next moment, Qin Yang unleashed a powerful strike, bellowing, "Cover Sea!"

Innumerable blades of light flooded the opponent, like a tsunami, seeming to destroy everything.

But, as a Golden Immortal powerhouse, he was truly too strong; he stood unmoving, then the spear launched a counterattack, directly ripping apart that ocean of blade qi.

Immediately after, the opponent's speed undiminished, he charged at Qin Yang. A soft "hiss" sounded; Qin Yang's body was pierced, yet the Golden Immortal's expression shifted slightly—he had pierced only an afterimage, Qin Yang's true form already behind him.

"Slay Immortal!"

As Qin Yang's voice rang out, a terrifying immortal Dao aura spread, the blade-light astonishing, killing intent soaring.

At this moment, the Golden Immortal powerhouse felt the threat, his hairs standing on end—this move could actually threaten him!

The terrifying blade-light bore a special Dao rhythm, containing the law to slay immortals, enveloping the opponent.

With a booming "boom," the heavenly general was blown away.

At this moment, Qin Yang struck again, directly launching an attack into the void.

Cracks appeared in the void; that was the heavenly general's means to trap him.

One strike failed to shatter it; Qin Yang struck again, delivering several successive blows that directly shattered the confinement.

He escaped from the void, and at that moment the heavenly general reacted, lunging to grab Qin Yang.

The golden-armored heavenly general's hand transformed into a sky-covering giant hand, laws surging, covering Qin Yang from below, seeking to seize him and utterly suppress him.

Qin Yang was faster; he instantly burst from the opponent's palm, his blood and qi boiling, then shot forth a Xuěguāng, fleeing far away.

At this moment, Baiyun suddenly sensed something amiss, his eyes like lightning, gazing toward that direction.

"Your disciple is being hunted," said the Bing Shuang Ju Ren.

Baiyun's face sank; he said coldly, "I know; I have already sensed it."

"Will you not act?"

The Bing Shuang Ju Ren asked.

He had not expected that Baiyun would value Qin Yang so highly yet not act immediately—this was somewhat unreasonable.

Baiyun glanced at him and said, "You act."

The Bing Shuang Ju Ren's brow rose; he asked strangely, "With your strength, dealing with a Golden Immortal is trivial—why have me act?"

Baiyun said lightly, "I said before—I cannot act; killing a Golden Immortal powerhouse would require too much power, I fear exposure."

"That's how it is." But the Bing Shuang Ju Ren also had some worries; he couldn't help saying: "If I were to act against that Heavenly General, it would be tantamount to betraying the Heavenly Court; for me, that would be fatal—I dare not act."

Baiyun, however, coldly laughed and said: "Go ahead and act; once you return to the Earth Immortal Realm, I will introduce you to serve under Erlang Shen, and then ask Erlang Shen to appoint you as a Partial General—far more imposing than your previous position in the Heavenly Court, after all, who would dare provoke my lord?"

At this moment, the Bing Shuang Ju Ren felt somewhat moved.

He knew that Baiyun was right; in the entire Earth Immortal Realm, few dare to provoke his lord.

Xiǎng dào zhèlǐ||Term, he gritted his teeth and said: "Alright, then I will act; remember what you said."

"Rest assured, since I have spoken, I will certainly not go back on my word; you doubt my character—do you also doubt the character of my lord?"

Upon hearing Baiyun's words, the Bing Shuang Ju Ren laughed.

He naturally Xiāngxìn that person's character; once a word is spoken, a promise is worth a thousand gold.

Thus, the Bing Shuang Ju Ren set off, rushing toward the direction where Qin Yang was.

Golden Immortal versus Golden Immortal, the Bing Shuang Ju Ren's expression was arrogant; he had full confidence of victory.

After his body recovered to its peak, even against an opponent of the same level, he had great confidence he could defeat them.