Chapter 69: Untitled Draft

Untitled Draft

Above the desert, a swollen black shadow rushed forward at a terrifying speed, its velocity so great it seemed like a gale sweeping up the sand. In an instant, the shadow approached a small hill; now it could be clearly seen that the shadow was formed by two people clinging tightly together, their figures appearing abnormally huge due to their close embrace.

Guo Jing immediately recognized that the man was a living training target captured by Mei Chaofeng. A surge of anger rose in his heart, and he immediately shouted loudly at Mei Chaofeng: "Put the person down!" His voice echoed across the desert, carrying an undeniable authority.

The moment Guo Jing finished speaking, he rushed toward Mei Chaofeng like a bolt of lightning. He unleashed a move of immense power, "The Dragon That Roars and Regrets," the palm wind whistling, as if a force like mountains collapsing and seas overturning swept toward Mei Chaofeng. Feeling this immense power, Mei Chaofeng's face instantly turned deathly pale; she knew this move was absolutely not something she could withstand head-on. Yet, she could only grit her teeth, press her palms together, and resist with all her might.

The instant their palms collided, Mei Chaofeng retreated several steps. She secretly rejoiced in her heart: "Fortunately, this person is still young, and his cultivation has not yet reached its peak; otherwise, I would have found it difficult to withstand that move just now." Guo Jing, for his part, wore a cold expression; he knew this contest was far from over, and he must be even more cautious if he was to protect that innocent man.

Seeing Mei Chaofeng attack like a violent storm, Guo Jing did not immediately unleash the Five Thunder Orthodoxy, which shook the Jianghu. He secretly struggled within his heart, wanting to test just what level his internal strength cultivation had reached over these years.

As the two exchanged blows, Mei Chaofeng's footwork was eerie, every move ruthless, gradually gaining the upper hand. Although Guo Jing had the Great Expansion Art, a top-tier Daoist cultivation technique, at his side, his cultivation time was still short, his strength not yet reaching a state of perfection, making it difficult to contend with a Jianghu veteran like Mei Chaofeng.

Just at this critical moment, Guo Jing suddenly struck out with a palm, his substantial internal force forcing Mei Chaofeng to retreat temporarily. Seizing this opportunity, Guo Jing took a deep breath to adjust his internal energy. Shaken by this palm strike, Mei Chaofeng's mind was unsettled; suddenly, she emitted a sharp and long strange whistle from her mouth. Though the sound was high-pitched, it carried an indescribable desolation.

During the exchange, Mei Chaofeng had recognized that the method Guo Jing practiced was a Daoist mental technique. She was secretly surprised in her heart, never expecting this youth to have cultivated the Daoist mental technique to such a degree in such a short time, and could not help but feel a measure of wariness toward Guo Jing's potential.

To possess such considerable internal strength at such a young age, otherwise he would not have been able to unleash the complete Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

But relying on my own martial arts to capture him will not be easy; I must call the thief man to come and help.

Just at this moment, suddenly a long whistle was heard coming from the distance, the sound just like Mei Chaofeng's whistle just now, faintly drifting over, making one's hair stand on end. In an instant, a second whistle arose, but the sound was much closer.

Guo Jing looked down the mountain and saw a black shadow rushing forward faster than a galloping horse, whistling as it ran.

"Thief woman, how is it?" Chen Xuanfeng, who had rushed over, shouted loudly at Mei Chaofeng.

"Thief man, in a moment we must capture this child alive. He possesses a top-tier Daoist internal skill. 'Subdue him, then force him to hand over his internal skill!'" Mei Chaofeng roared at Chen Xuanfeng, her voice echoing in the night, carrying strong determination and undeniable dominance.

Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng stared at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion. Guo Jing's voice sounded in their ears, cold and carrying a hint of mockery: "Capture me alive?"

"It seems you two have not yet realized the current crisis." The moment Guo Jing finished speaking, dazzling white light suddenly rippled around him, as if countless stars were rotating around his body. The originally pitch-black night was instantly illuminated, as if day had descended; the brilliant light made it impossible to look directly at it.