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

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

A figure ran hurriedly through the small woods, looking back from time to time.

"Did I shake them off?"

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

The Imperial Wind Technique blessed on his body didn't bring him a feeling of coolness, but rather a panic of burning from within.

Just because behind him, a cultivator in blue was chasing at high speed, stepping on a flying disc.

"Zhou San, you can't run!"

Zhou San turned a deaf ear, rushing madly toward the Xiaoyue Mountain Range.

As long as he entered the Xiaoyue Mountain Range, he could rely on the complex terrain to shake off Gao Tinge.

The speed of imperial flight was much faster than the lotus leaf flying disc magic tool.

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

Gao Tinge’s face was gloomy, following far behind.

As long as he sensed the distance was pulled far enough, he would urge his spiritual power to speed up and catch up.

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

Sneering, Gao Tinge held a talisman in his hand, ready to activate it at any time.

But as the scenery around gradually changed, Gao Tinge’s face became somewhat uncertain.

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

The people of the Poshan Gang were far more familiar with the nearby mountain ranges than those of them who walked the big 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 Tinge didn't hesitate, 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 figure rolled up a yellow-misty light, like an earth dragon, whistling over.

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

Sensing this scene, Zhou San’s soul flew away, but no matter how he urged his spiritual power, he couldn't pull away the distance.

The Imperial Wind Technique also had a limit.

"Zhou San, die!"

Amidst the light shout, a flying sword flew from hundreds of meters away.

Chi!

Zhou San staggered, didn't fall, but ran even more desperately.

Gao Tinge summoned the flying sword back; it was stained with a layer of fresh red blood.

"Actually quite able to carry; I don't know how many rounds you can carry."

Gao Tinge continued to chase, the night wind hitting his face, actually feeling a bit refreshing.

"Fellow Daoist, save me!"

The cry for help came, incredibly shrill.

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

"Save your mother, don't come to my side!"

His inner monologue, Zhou San definitely couldn't hear.

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

"Dajiang Gang is doing business, bystanders get out of the way!"

With a loud explosion, 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, aiming not only at Zhou San but also at Luo Chen’s courtyard.

Boom!

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

Facing the firelight of the house next to him that had collapsed halfway and was burning fiercely.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground.

"Still quite able to pretend to be dead."

Before the words fell, the corpse on the ground just turned over, and a flying sword passed through his body, hard-inserting him into the ground.

Sneering, Gao Tinge 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, dare to show off in front of me!"

Gao Tinge raised his hand, and an earthy-yellow light shield covered his body; that fireball hit it, rippling a layer of earthy-yellow halo, and then annihilated.

He reached out and summoned, and the flying sword on the ground returned to his hand with a swoosh.

"Senior, show mercy!"

Gao Tinge looked at the man who had crawled out of the window in a sorry state, shaking his head in disdain.

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

Suddenly, he shouted angrily: "How dare you!"

Another fireball hit him.

The fireball wasn't scary; what he was angry about was that the other party, a mere fourth-layer Qi Refining, dared to strike at him after seeing him.

In a rage, he wanted to strike with his flying sword.

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

His Xutu Shield had the best defensive power among most low-grade spells; let alone the Fireball Technique, even a meteor fire rain couldn't break it.

However, the next moment, his face changed.

After the fireball annihilated, a black light broke through his Xutu Shield like a knife cutting tofu, and then went straight toward his chest.

Chi!

"Soul-Breaking..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the night curtain, a figure moved like a ghost, hands continuously forming seals, and fireballs were fired madly.

Gao Tinge once wanted to unfold the Xutu Shield again, but in that non-stop fireball attack, he couldn't get the slightest breath.

"His spell-casting speed is so fast!"

This was Gao Tinge’s only thought before falling.

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

"It’s possible he’s pretending to be dead; I’ve used this move, and the previous person also used this move."

"So, I have to test it!"

Without hesitation, Luo Chen fired another fireball.

Boom!

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

Luo Chen still wasn't sure; the distance was so far, if the other party was really pretending to be dead, he still had a chance to run.

But if he wasn't really on the verge of death, why would he pretend to be dead?

Luo Chen’s eyes lit up, he recited a small section of the incantation, and his fingers moved suddenly.

Only to see a cyan light flow on the ground in the distance winding out like a vine, wrapping around the cultivator’s neck.

"Zheng!"

A sword sound rang out, Luo Chen was shocked, then increased the injection of spiritual power.

That vine twisted the neck tightly until the head was twisted two turns before it gradually dissipated.

"It really was pretending to be dead; it’s a pity this move is useless in front of me."

Relieved, Luo Chen walked to the corpse.

Looking at the face with a strange expression like a twisted neck, Luo Chen’s mood was very calm this time.

No anger at being caught in the crossfire, no pride in 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 Technique could really kill people; he would never mock a certain God King again.

Shaking his... forget it, looking at this twisted neck, the action of shaking his head was really a bit creepy.

Luo Chen started looting the corpse with ease.

A swallow-shaped flying sword, what grade it was, he would see later.

A lotus leaf flying disc, he knew this one, a low-grade flying magic tool, sold for 150 in the Wanbao Pavilion, half more expensive than ordinary first-order low-grade ones.

The magic robe was destroyed.

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

Unfortunately, it was also mostly scrapped.

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

Damn, what a pauper!

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

Finally, he only got a set of flying knife magic tools and a small bag of spirit stones; there was nothing else.

Damn, another pauper!

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

Muttering, Luo Chen looked back at his house that was burning fiercely, wanting to cry without tears.

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