Chapter 198

Even separated by several peaks, the vibration still traveled along the mountain to the top of Thick Earth Peak, shaking the already cracked ground beneath everyone's feet.

"This is..."

Everyone's hearts trembled violently again, their gazes looking toward the direction of Jiding Peak in horror.

Everyone knew that was the battlefield between the Sect Master and the other Primordial martial artist.

With such a violent vibration suddenly coming from there, could it be that the Sect Master has already...

Zhou Yufeng's upright face twisted into a ball, and he muttered in a trembling voice: "Master..."

The sorrow and despair in that voice made everyone present feel as if their hearts had been fiercely gripped.

However, the next instant.

Several Qi Condensation Realm martial artists noticed an unbelievable change at almost the same time.

In the direction of Jiding Peak, that aura capable of stirring Heaven and Earth energy had disappeared.

The aura of a Primordial martial artist had disappeared?!

The Sect Master had defeated a Primordial martial artist?!

The pupils in everyone's eyes shrank violently, flashing with a look of unbelievable horror.

Even more horrified than the others was the black-robed man currently engaged in a fierce battle with Luo Song.

He sensed the disappearance of his companion's aura faster than anyone present.

The killing intent on both of them shared the same origin, and there was a subtle connection between them.

But just a moment ago, that familiar aura seemed to have been wiped out from the world by an invisible hand, leaving no trace behind.

"Greedy Wolf... how is this possible..."

A flash of unbelievable trance crossed the black-robed man's scarlet pupils.

The offensive of the pitch-black long blade in his hand slowed down by a beat involuntarily.

That companion of his had strength even greater than his own!

And although Pei Yunchuan practiced three types of qi, he could be considered top-tier among Qi Condensation Realm martial artists.

But at best, he had only managed to stall until now by relying on the explosion of secret techniques and the replenishment of Profound Heaven Spirit Marrow.

Just fighting was already exhausting all his strength.

How could he possibly have the strength to kill Greedy Wolf...

At this moment, countless kinds of confusion flashed through his mind.

It was this moment of distraction that allowed Luo Song's left fist, wrapped in scorching high temperature, to arrive with a roar.

The dark red true qi condensed into a sharp, peerless cone on his fist, directly piercing the layer of pale blue Primordial Qi on the black-robed man's body and slamming into his abdomen, creating a scorched, bowl-sized hole.

Fire poison spread crazily into his body along the wound like a living thing.

"Ah—!!!"

The black-robed man let out a cry of pain suppressed to the extreme.

Stimulated by the excruciating pain, he slapped out with his backhand, imprinting it on Luo Song's chest.

This palm was struck with hatred, shattering the layer of protective dark red fire qi inch by inch and leaving a palm print deep enough to see bone in the center of Luo Song's chest.

This palm sent Luo Song flying more than ten meters away, his feet plowing two deep furrows in the cracked ground.

"No... must retreat!!!"

The black-robed man made a decision in an instant.

Greedy Wolf's aura had disappeared, his life or death unknown.

Facing this fearless old madman alone was already a struggle, not to mention the two other powerful Qi Condensation Realm martial artists nearby.

If he dragged it out any longer and they surrounded him, he might even risk falling here.

He tapped his feet violently, and his whole body swept toward the foot of the mountain like a ghost.

"Want to escape?"

Luo Song spat out a mouthful of bright red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, stood his ground, and was about to chase after him.

"Asura Single Blade Slash!"

The black-robed man actually turned back suddenly in the gap of his escape, and the pitch-black long blade in his hand slashed through the air toward Liu Qingyu and the crowd of wounded lying on the ground in the distance.

Swish—!!!

A pale blue blade light wrapped in extremely yin and cold killing intent instantly swept across the void, like a falling crescent moon, slashing toward the crowd at the waist.

He knew this old thing was fearless.

So this strike aimed at his fellow sect members was the best way to delay him.

Sure enough, seeing the blade light rushing straight toward Liu Qingyu and the others, Luo Song roared and abandoned the pursuit without hesitation, stepping forward to block in front of the crowd.

"Void Fire Palm!"

He slapped out with one palm.

The temperature of the dark red true qi surging in his palm suddenly rose again.

The color of the flame actually transformed from dark red to near-transparent virtual white, condensing into a huge palm print in the void, meeting the unstoppable blade light.

Boom—!!!

A muffled, thunderous explosion resounded across the peak, the blade light and the fire palm print colliding violently in mid-air, setting off a violent energy storm.

The surrounding rubble was instantly cut into powder by the residual blade qi, then scorched into dark red molten slag by the high temperature that followed, falling down like fire rain.

When the fire light and blade light finally dissipated, the black-robed man's figure had disappeared into the vast night, leaving only a mess on the ground and the scorched aura that had not yet dissipated in the air.

Luo Song's figure swayed, the wounds deep enough to see bone on his body still oozing blood.

His old eyes, burning with dark red flames, stared fixedly at the direction where the black-robed man had disappeared, full of flames intertwined with unwillingness and rage, and he squeezed out a hoarse curse through his teeth:

"Damn it! Let that little brat escape!"

The crowd barely managed to stand steady in the aftermath of the collision, and without bothering to pat the dust off their bodies, they all cast concerned gazes toward Luo Song.

They had already been covered in wounds just by being grazed by the aftermath of the blade light.

And Luo Song had confronted the Primordial martial artist head-on for who knows how many heavy blows; any one of those shocking wounds on his body would have been enough to kill an ordinary Qi Condensation Realm martial artist on the spot.

"Peak Master!!!"

"Old Luo..."

Jiang Ye and Liu Qingyu stepped forward quickly.

Jiang Ye took out a bottle of Frost-Containing Pill from his bosom.

This was the high-quality healing pill he had looted from the corpse of the Qi Condensation Realm martial artist of the Chiyan Sect who had ambushed him in the Duanling Mountain Range last time.

Liu Qingyu condensed water droplets containing brilliant starlight at her fingertips, about to drip them onto Luo Song's brow.

Luo Song waved his hand, and a rare peace appeared on his blood-stained face.

He didn't take Jiang Ye's pill, nor did he let Liu Qingyu's water droplets fall, but said calmly in that hoarse voice:

"Little Jiang, Little Yu, don't waste your pills and energy; I know my own situation."

He looked down at the gradually dimming dark red true qi on his chest:

"While I can still walk, hurry to Jiding Peak!"

Just at this moment.

A figure hurried over from the direction of the mountain path.

Qin Lie ran extremely fast, his robes torn in several places by the thorns along the way, and the bandage on his left shoulder had long since been lost somewhere.

He saw Luo Song standing in the center of the ruins at a glance.

Seeing that blood-stained, withered old face, seeing the palm print deep enough to see bone on his chest, seeing the dark red fire light around his body that was gradually dimming like a candle in the wind.

"Old man..."

This drunkard, who was always grinning, felt his eyes turn red instantly.

Luo Song glared at him, his gaze still the usual "hating iron for not becoming steel," but his tone carried a meaning that only Qin Lie could understand:

"If you want to cry, roll back to Tianyang Peak! Don't lose face here!"

After speaking, he didn't want to delay for even a moment, turning and sweeping toward the direction of Jiding Peak.

That withered figure dragged a long tail of fire in the night, as if he wanted to burn his last bit of fire light away in the night sky of the Profound Heaven Sect.

"This guy, Old Luo..."

Liu Qingyu looked at the flaming back disappearing into the distance and sighed softly.

Jiang Ye didn't speak again, but a trace of respect flashed in the depths of his eyes; he put the Frost-Containing Pill back into his bosom and followed Luo Song's pace with a tap of his feet.

The crowd behind also hurried to follow.

Zhao Jing was supported by two Embracing the Pill Realm elders, Zhou Yufeng gritted his teeth and stood up while clutching the blade-qi wound on his chest, and Qin Lie wiped his eyes fiercely and also rushed up with big strides.

Jiding Peak.

Before the ruins of the Profound Heaven Hall.

The entire mountain body looked as if a large chunk had been wiped away by an invisible giant blade, the cross-section as smooth as a mirror.

The majestic hall that once stood here was gone, leaving only a mess of rubble and a few white jade pillars broken at the waist.

An aged figure sat cross-legged on a piece of rubble at the highest point of the ruins.

Those turbid eyes looked toward a certain direction, and he muttered softly:

"One escaped, huh..."

"But he cannot be allowed to escape."

"Let the heavens deal with him."