Chapter 552: You With Those Bushy Brows and Big Eyes

Under the full activation of the Blood Cloud Eighteen Riders' military formation, blood banners unfurled like a sky-covering blood cloud rolling across the horizon.

"Faster again?"

Jiang Ding's brow furrowed slightly: "What are you running for? I don't feel like killing you right now."

Even though the Blood Cloud Eighteen Riders fled at tremendous speed, they only managed to pull some distance away; the current speed of the Eight Trigrams Restriction-Breaking Formation was still faster than the Blood Cloud.

Only the time to catch up had lengthened again.

"Two objects moving at constant speed, A's speed is... B's speed is... how long until they meet?"

Jiang Ding silently complained in his heart, recalling his elementary school exam papers.

"About seventeen days, if there's no outside interference."

"But it's hard to avoid accidents."

No need to think — the Liu Dao Holy Son, being hunted everywhere by the Blazing Sun Sword-Bearer, was pursuing with killing intent full to the brim. Besides that certain Jin Dan Chu Qi cultivator who had taken his Ben Ming Fa, who else could it be?

A peak Jin Dan cultivator with combat power somewhat out of the ordinary — that's nothing. Blood Flowing Cloud was one such, and he always avoided people anyway, so it wasn't a big problem.

This was too dangerous. Jiang Ding himself had heard that when facing such enemies, one had to think of ways to strangle them in advance, completely unable to control the killing intent.

Jiang Ding reminded.

Jiang Ding nodded, offering encouragement.

He raised his head, looking into the distance.

His words paused for a moment, clearly somewhat unable to believe it.

"Call me Master Tushan."

"Uncle-Master Master Tushan!"

"I am currently moving away."

"Mm, understood. Stay safe."

But if someone who could, at Foundation Establishment, slay a late-stage Jin Dan cultivator truly appeared, it would draw enormous attention.

Liu Dao Holy Sons, these Jin Dan prodigies — they were far too powerful. Each one's appearance was an earth-shaking event, involving the lives of numerous Jin Dan cultivators. No one would take it lightly.

At the same time, several scouts also transmitted related intelligence.

Buzz!

In his Sea of Consciousness, a wisp of sword intent trembled slightly, bringing a shrill cry.

"Little Uncle-Master! Help!"

This was the purpose of the Sword-Receiving Token — upon discovering an unbeatable cultivator, immediately flee at top speed, maintaining the necessary rules for scattered cultivators' solidarity.

Urgent voices suddenly came to his ear — these were the Jin Dan scouts scattered in various places.

No cultivator from immortal sects failed to value intelligence and information — it was life itself.

"My lord Master Tushan,"

A Jin Dan cultivator said tensely: "I've discovered traces of Liu Dao Holy Son Yin Dao. He shook off the Blazing Sun Sword-Bearer and is now in pursuit — pursuing a Jin Dan Chu Qi cultivator... That Jin Dan Chu Qi can really run, can't be caught for the moment."

The voice on the other end swiftly changed forms of address: "The Liu Dao Holy Son is chasing me! Help! I was peacefully treasure-hunting, proper and honest, and he suddenly started chasing me completely unreasonably — this is showing no respect for you, Uncle-Master, at all!"

"Help!"

"Understood."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Normally, while he was pursuing the Blood Cloud Eighteen Riders, he would not change his target for any one person. Forget about being in pursuit — even if he had nothing to do, even if he were sleeping, whether to save someone depended entirely on his mood at the time. Anything was possible.

But this time was different.

Han Lin had given him the Luoxu Sect token, allowing him to enter this place and have the chance to seek clues to immortal arts. This was a debt of gratitude — when the person called for help, he had to save them.

Of course, this was also why the other party had spoken up.

This person appeared humble and ordinary, but actually carried a well-hidden pride within. Even when falling into Bi Si Zhi Jing, he rarely asked others for help without reason.

"Fall back, rendezvous with the rear."

Jiang Ding commanded: "Then form up and follow me. Stop to reorganize the formation every quarter-hour. If you encounter enemies, hold fast and await reinforcement. If the enemy is too powerful, scatter and flee swiftly."

Without him at the rear, the might of this Eight Trigrams Restriction-Breaking Grand Formation would plummet. Though it could still sweep aside scattered cultivators of equal Jin Dan numbers, and even certain quasi-Nascent Soul cultivators would not be feared.

But if the opponent was also well-versed in formation arts, they would seek weak points or launch sudden ambushes — then it was hard to say.

These Jin Dan cultivators' formation arts level and combat will were both barely passable. After suffering some casualties, they might suddenly collapse.

Mm, as individuals, their combat will was firm, tactics flexible, tenacious and unyielding — fighting to the death was no difficult feat.

But as a group, they were not quite up to it.

"Yes!"

Bai Mei True Person and the other cultivators suddenly felt the surrounding formation patterns instantly become loose and sluggish, difficult to control. They immediately sobered from their invincible mood, tensely acknowledged the order, and flew backward to rendezvous with the rear.

Jiang Ding gave a slight nod. A flash of azure-blue escape light, and he vanished into the air, flying at extreme speed toward the distance.

……

West of the Spirit Medicine Garden, two streaks of escape light — one chasing, one fleeing.

The escape light ahead was pale cyan, pure in color, frantically fleeing atop a cyan flying sword.

The escape light behind was demonic qi surging skyward, howling wind roaring for several li, moving at extreme speed, closing a great stretch of distance in an instant.

"Your name is Han Lin, isn't it?"

"You won't die so easily."

Liu Dao Holy Son Yin Dao was handsome in appearance, his skin Bai Xi, white robes with wide sleeves fluttering. He chuckled lightly: "The Liu Dao Sect's path of punishment is unrivaled under heaven. I will first peel open your skin bit by bit, extract your spine, fill it with mercury, then bind your soul. I'll take the Liu Dao Demonic Flame and burn you bit by bit, occasionally supplementing with soul-nurturing spiritual items. A hundred years, a thousand years — unable to live, unable to die..."

"I heard you still have blood relatives in the State of Yue?"

"Your uncle, your maternal uncle, and a younger sister — their descendants are still alive."

"I've already sent people to find them. They'll return soon. Don't worry — they will accompany you always, enduring the torment of demonic flame burning, never to be reborn for all eternity..."

Streams of words formed into bizarre demonic sounds, seeping through every crack and pouring into the cultivator's Sea of Consciousness before him, causing his eyes to occasionally glaze with confusion and his body to stagger.

"Hahaha, as you wish."

Han Lin silently recited a Clarity-of-Heart spell, his expression utterly unchanged, and laughed heartily: "My younger sister, my parents, my old uncles — they all entered the cycle of reincarnation long ago. Over a hundred years have passed; who knows how many times they've reincarnated by now. What do the remaining people have to do with me?"

"Holy Son, you'd better worry about yourself."

Han Lin threatened: "Lie Yang Sword Son is searching all over Luo Xu Sect for you, and has concealed his figure. He might be right behind you right now, sword intent circulating, about to strike a fatal blow so his sword intent can gain a tremendous boost."

"If you don't run now, then don't bother running at all."

"Silver-tongued slickster!"

The expression of the Six Paths Holy Son chilled.

This was precisely what he feared — Lie Yang Sword Son had gone mad, determined to take his life, completely unafraid of triggering a great war between the two sects.

Those old fogeys in the sect don't care either, spouting nonsense about tempering, that a Holy Son must walk out from blood and fire.

But the man before him carried one of his long-refined Ben Ming Fa — a Hungry Ghost Banner with seventy-two Earth Fiend prohibitions at Grand Completion!

Once he recovered it, how could he still fear Lie Yang Sword Son like this?

In just a few breaths, the distance between the two closed by another large margin, about to enter the attack range of the magic treasure. A cold, sinister smile surfaced on the Six Paths Holy Son's face as five black banners slowly materialized.

"Damn it!"

Han Lin's soul nearly leapt from his body. With a flip of his hand, he produced a feather of a Blue Luan shimmering with azure light, channeled magic power into it. Azure light flashed, and he escaped another great distance before the five black banners could suppress him down.

It was precisely by relying on this treasure that he had managed to escape multiple times without being slain.

"Very good."

A flash of vicious intent crossed the Six Paths Holy Son's eyes: "How much magic power do you have left?"

He could see it clearly — although this treasure was wondrous, possibly a plume from a Nascent Soul-tier Blue Luan of the Heavenly Demon bloodline, possessing extreme speed, its magic power consumption was also tremendous. After using it multiple times, even a Jin Dan Chu Qi cultivator with the deepest reserves of magic power would already be utterly spent.

"Plenty of magic power!"

Han Lin immediately replied loudly, brimming with confidence.

Yet in his heart he was secretly groaning.

Fleeing all this way, he had swallowed who-knows-how-many pills, even gulping down five drops of Ten Thousand Year Stone Marrow that instantly restored magic power, long since exhausted. Only thus had he managed to escape with his life from the hands of a peak Jin Dan pride of the Northern Plains.

Now, he had already reached his limit!

"Lie Yang Sword Son!"

"You've arrived?"

Han Lin suddenly exclaimed in delight, twisting his head to look behind the Six Paths Holy Son, his eyes lighting up.

"Petty tricks."

The Six Paths Holy Son smiled, unbothered, not even glancing back.

Under heaven, no Jin Dan cultivator could evade his divine sense — this was absolute confidence, not something a laughable ruse like this could shake.

Let alone the fact that Lie Yang Sword Son was always open and aboveboard, exceptionally proud — how could he possibly conceal his figure to launch a sneak attack?

Han Li sat cross-legged, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, saying nothing.

"Could it be?"

The Six Paths Holy Son's expression shifted slightly, and he turned around.

Behind him, beside Lie Yang Sword Son — a man with a lion-like nose and broad mouth, a head of flame-gold hair, brimming with heroic spirit — a talisman drifted down, revealing his figure, yet he did not attack.

"... Fellow Daoist... good..."

Lie Yang Sword Son, trembling all over, looked ahead.

An ordinary-looking youth raised a silver-white longsword high, about to cleave down toward his own skull.

Sword intent that shattered spirit and destroyed law bore down.

It was also sword intent, but the other's was at least several times his in intensity!

Even more terrifying, a pressure that bored into the bone and marrow swept out, freezing his magic power and divine soul almost solid, leaving him utterly unable to move — even more wretched than others, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.