Chapter 22: Why Are a Bunch of Paupers Risking Their Lives?

The night wind was hunting, and the killing intent was soaring.

A human figure was rushing through the small woods, looking back from time to time.

"Did I shake them off?"

Muttering to himself, his gaze froze, and then he gritted his teeth, mobilized his remaining spiritual power, and continued to run wildly.

The Wind-Riding Technique added to his body didn't bring him a feeling of coolness, but rather a panic that burned him inside and out.

Only because behind him, a blue-clothed cultivator was chasing at extreme speed, stepping on a flying disc.

"Zhou San, you can't run!"

Zhou San turned a deaf ear and rushed madly toward the Howling Moon Mountain Range.

As long as he entered the Howling Moon Mountain Range, he could rely on the complex terrain to shake off Gao Ting'e.

The speed of wind-riding flight was far faster than the lotus-leaf flying disc magic artifact.

However, the spiritual power consumed by casting spells must be far higher than a transport flying tool like the lotus-leaf flying disc.

Gao Ting'e's face was gloomy, following far behind.

As long as he sensed the distance had been opened enough, he would mobilize his spiritual power to accelerate and catch up.

"Heh, not running to the Mountain-Breaking Gang headquarters, but instead running blindly to this wilderness; you are truly courting death."

With a cold laugh, Gao Ting'e held a talisman in his hand, ready to activate it at any time.

But as the scenery around him gradually changed, Gao Ting'e's expression became uncertain.

"No, he wants to run into the mountains!"

The people of the Mountain-Breaking Gang had a much higher familiarity with the nearby mountain ranges than those of them who walked the great rivers and lakes all year round.

If he really let him run in and hide for two or three days, he really wouldn't have any way to deal with him.

"Forget it, this God-Speed Talisman can only be wasted on you."

Gao Ting'e didn't hesitate; he put away the lotus-leaf flying disc and took out an earthy-yellow talisman and stuck it on his body.

Spiritual power was injected.

The next moment, a human figure rolled up with earthy-yellow light, roaring like an earth dragon.

The distance to the enemy in front was also getting closer.

Sensing this scene, Zhou San was scared out of his wits, but no matter how he mobilized his spiritual power, he couldn't open the distance.

The Wind-Riding Technique also had its limits.

"Zhou San, come to your death!"

Amidst the light shout, a flying sword flew from several hundred meters away.

*Swoosh! *

Zhou San staggered, didn't fall, but instead ran wildly for his life even more.

Gao Ting'e recalled the flying sword, which was stained with a layer of fresh red blood.

"You're quite capable of carrying on; I wonder how many rounds you can carry on for."

Gao Ting'e continued the pursuit, the night wind hitting his face, which felt somewhat refreshing.

"Fellow Daoist, save me!"

The cry for help came, incomparably shrill.

Luo Chen's face was ugly to the extreme, hiding behind the door, a stack of talismans hanging at his waist, a Soul-Breaking Nail gripped in his hand.

"Save your mother, don't come toward me!"

His inner monologue was something Zhou San definitely couldn't hear.

On the contrary, Zhou San rushed straight toward his house.

"Great River Gang business, bystanders get out of the way!"

With a roar, a huge fireball suddenly lit up in the pitch-black night sky.

Through the crack in the door, Luo Chen's eyes widened.

*Damn your mother*, what are you doing?

The next moment, the big fireball smashed down like a meteorite, targeting not only Zhou San but also Luo Chen's courtyard.

*Boom! *

Gao Ting'e landed gracefully, the yellow light on his body disappeared, and the God-Speed Talisman was considered completely scrapped.

Facing the firelight of the half-collapsed, burning house next to him.

He looked at the corpse lying on the ground.

"Still quite capable of playing dead."

Before the words fell, the corpse on the ground had just turned over when a flying sword pierced through his body, pinning him hard to the ground.

With a cold laugh, Gao Ting'e glanced sideways.

"Are you going to roll out yourself, or do you plan to be burned alive inside?"

Answering him was a fireball.

"Small tricks, daring to show off in front of me!"

Gao Ting'e raised his hand, and an earthy-yellow light shield covered his body; the fireball hit it, causing a layer of earthy-yellow halo to ripple, and then it was extinguished.

He reached out and summoned, and the flying sword on the ground flew back into his hand with a *swoosh*.

"Senior, show mercy!"

Gao Ting'e looked at the man who had awkwardly climbed out of the window and shook his head in disdain.

It was just a piece of trash at the fourth layer of Qi Refining.

Suddenly, he roared: "How bold!"

Another fireball was fired at him.

The fireball wasn't scary; what angered him was that the other party, a mere fourth-layer Qi Refining cultivator, actually dared to attack him after seeing him.

In a fit of rage, the flying sword was about to strike.

As for that fireball, he didn't take it to heart at all.

His Earth-Shield had a defensive power that surpassed most low-grade spells; let alone a Fireball Art, even a meteor shower couldn't break it.

However, the next moment, his expression changed.

After the fireball was extinguished, a black light broke through his Earth-Shield like a knife cutting through tofu, and then headed straight for his chest.

*Swoosh! *

"Soul-Breaking..."

*Boom! Boom! Boom! *

Under the night curtain, a human figure moved like a ghost, hands continuously forming seals, firing fireballs madly.

Gao Ting'e once wanted to deploy the Earth-Shield again, but in the relentless fireball attack, he couldn't get the slightest respite.

"His spell-casting speed is so fast!"

This was Gao Ting'e's only thought before he fell.

Luo Chen stood two hundred meters away, staring dead at the fallen corpse.

"It's possible he's playing dead; I've used this trick, and the person before also used this trick."

"So, I have to test it!"

Without hesitation, Luo Chen fired another fireball.

*Boom! *

The corpse didn't react, as if it were dead through and through.

Luo Chen still wasn't sure; from such a distance, if the opponent were really playing dead, he would still have a chance to run.

But if he weren't truly on the verge of death, why would he play dead?

Luo Chen's eyes lit up, he recited a short incantation, and his fingers moved suddenly.

Only to see a green stream of light on the ground in the distance winding out like a vine, wrapping around the cultivator's neck.

*Zheng! *

A sword hum sounded; Luo Chen was shocked in his heart, then increased the injection of spiritual power.

The vine twisted the neck tightly until the head had been twisted twice before gradually dissipating.

"It really was playing dead; unfortunately, this trick doesn't work in front of me anymore."

Relieved, Luo Chen walked to the corpse.

Looking at the neck that looked like a twist, and the face showing a strange expression, Luo Chen's mood was very calm this time.

No anger at being caught in the crossfire, nor pride at killing a great enemy.

Sometimes, adapting to a trend is a very easy thing.

Luo Chen's adaptability had always been very good!

He just sighed that the Entanglement Art could actually kill people; he would never mock a certain God King again.

He shook his... forget it, looking at this twisted neck, shaking his head was truly a bit chilling.

Luo Chen began to loot the corpse with ease.

A swallow-shaped flying sword; he'd check the quality later.

A lotus-leaf flying disc; he knew this one, a low-grade flying magic artifact, sold for one hundred and fifty at the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, half as expensive again as a normal first-order low-grade one.

The magic robe was destroyed.

*Eh*, there was also a close-fitting inner armor; no wonder it didn't die after my Soul-Breaking Nail and a dozen fireballs.

Unfortunately, it was also scrapped seven or eight out of ten.

No spirit stones? No cultivation techniques? And no storage bag?

*Damn it*, what a pauper!

Picking the Soul-Breaking Nail out of the chest, Luo Chen cursed and went to loot the other corpse.

In the end, he only got a set of flying knife magic artifacts and a small bag of spirit stones; nothing else.

*Damn*, another pauper!

"A bunch of paupers, why are you risking your lives every day!"

After grumbling, Luo Chen looked back at his own burning house, wanting to cry but having no tears.

"The local gangs are truly too impolite!" ===== CHAPTER 23 =====