Chapter 85: Escaping Death

Volcanoes erupted, the earth trembled, mountains and rivers overturned, tsunamis and hurricanes!

It seemed that at this moment, even if Yan Buji exhausted all adjectives in his life, he could hardly describe the Ye Zhilong before him!

A spear thrust came; Yan Buji only saw silver light flashing in the air, and in an instant it reached before his eyes!

"So fast!"

Yan Buji violently retreated, not daring to take this blow head-on!

But how could the relentless Ye Zhilong possibly stop at just this?

"The path of the battlefield is advance only, never retreat! No matter how high your talent, how exquisite your martial arts, how ruthless you are, what of it?!"

Ye Zhilong gripped his spear tightly, his eyes flashing with determination. He took a deep breath, then suddenly his legs burst forth with astonishing power, as if to tear the earth apart.

Only a loud "bang" was heard as the ground instantly split open, revealing deep cracks. Ye Zhilong, leveraging this tremendous recoil, shot forward like an arrow released from a bow toward Yan Buji.

At this heart-pounding moment, time seemed to freeze. The spear in Ye Zhilong's hand flashed like lightning, carrying endless momentum, thrusting straight toward Yan Buji's chest.

Yan Buji widened his eyes, wanting to dodge but it was already too late. He saw the spear tip pierce his chest with the speed of thunder, entering more than three inches deep.

Blood spurted from the wound, staining Yan Buji's clothes red. His face showed pain and astonishment, but above all, disbelief.

Ye Zhilong's attack was so fierce that everyone present was shocked. They stared blankly at the scene before them, unable to believe what they saw.

"Pfft!"

Ye Zhilong shook his spear, flinging a trace of blood onto the ground, and coldly stared at Yan Buji: "What a strange evil art! No wonder it's the Blood Essence Skill that has troubled the Kun Dao Dynasty for decades—it can actually shift the viscera briefly to avoid vital points!"

Yan Buji pressed his bleeding chest, his fingers together sealing several major acupoints, and smirked: "Just petty tricks, incomparable to a Grand General's martial prowess that participates in creation. But...."

"You want to kill me? Even a Grand General shouldn't truly think I can be easily handled!" Yan Buji took a deep breath, rose again, and looked at his opponent calmly.

Ye Zhilong chuckled, though he was curious why Yan Buji had such confidence to speak so boldly despite his grave injury, but today he must kill him.

Otherwise, if such a person remains in the world, who knows how many innocent people would suffer!

"Then today, I, the General, shall carry out Heaven's will!"

"Hahaha, what qualifications do you have to carry out Heaven's will? Do you really think you can handle me?" Yan Buji laughed wildly.

Ye Zhilong suddenly opened his eyes, sensing something amiss.

Warm blood on the spear flowed along the red tassel to his hand—this was Yan Buji's blood!

"You actually used your essence blood again to affect my blood qi surge? I said it's useless!"

"Then come, let's see if you can kill me today!"

Ye Zhilong snorted, even if his blood qi was more turbulent than before, having endured hundreds of big and small harsh battles in his life, how could his fighting power be affected by blood qi turbulence?

At that moment, Ye Zhilong again stepped forward with his spear, tearing through the sky at lightning speed!

A terrifying aura accompanied the spear's thrust, an arc of spear light erupting with astonishing gang energy, like the moon in the nine heavens, and like the steadfast will of a veteran of a hundred battles!

At this moment, the spear gang Yan Buji saw was terrifying to the extreme, his entire body's qi mechanism sealed, making even escape impossible.

"Die!"

Ye Zhilong let out a loud roar, but Yan Buji, now in desperate straits, gave a faint smile.

"I knew it—people like you never leave enemies any retreat, every strike must be all-out, hehehe."

At some point, Yan Buji's hand suddenly held a bead the size of gravel, emitting a faint scent of blood!

Although the martial artists present couldn't smell it, the perception of the Heavenly Human Realm is the most direct!

"Ji Sect Master, don't!!!"

"Ji Sect Master, that thing...."

Yang Qing and Yang Lan widened their eyes sharply, quickly trying to stop Yan Buji's action.

Obviously they seemed to recognize what that thing was, but Yan Buji, already in a deadlock, couldn't care less.

If they don't repel Ye Zhilong, they will all die here today!

All that can be said is, using this thing to buy one's life is not a loss.

Yan Buji pressed his fingers together and flicked the red pearl outward!

Ye Zhilong's pupils suddenly contracted, feeling that pure essence that made his whole body tremble, his blood boiling; even for the first time he had the thought of withdrawing.

"This bead, could it be...?"

But it was already too late; in that brief hesitation, Ye Zhilong was struck in the arm by the red pearl!

In an instant, the red pearl shattered, and a strand of mysterious red gas rushed into Ye Zhilong's body!

In the blink of an eye, Ye Zhilong stiffened, retreated a few steps with a muffled groan!

"Pfft-pfft-pfft!!!"

Ye Zhilong knelt on one knee, gripping his spear with difficulty to support himself without falling, vomiting blood profusely.

Yet at this moment, his eyes shone with extreme excitement!

"Run!"

Yan Buji shouted loudly, dragging his severely injured body away at high speed.

Yang Qing and Yang Lan glanced at the motionless Ye Zhilong, their faces full of regret and unwillingness, and followed Yan Buji away quickly.

At this moment, the nearby martial artists reacted, immediately surrounding Ye Zhilong and urgently asking: "General, have you been ambushed?!"

"Ambush... hahahaha, I guess so. To discard such a supreme Martial Dao treasure just to escape under my command, Blood Flow Sect Sect Master Ji Bu is a remarkable person!" Ye Zhilong burst into laughter, forcibly suppressing the violent blood qi about to erupt from his body, and immediately shouted: "I will seclude myself here; no one may approach within half a step, or else die!"

"Yes!"

"Huh?"

So what did the Blood Flow Sect Sect Master use back then to make the General's attitude so strange, both happy and emotional?

The martial artists present didn't understand much; as for Ye Zhilong, he also turned his head to glance at the direction Yan Buji fled.

"Next time we meet, I hope you'll fight me again."

Ten days later.

Yan Buji and the two others, having run wildly for over a thousand li, finally found an uninhabited deep mountain forest; after confirming there were no pursuers, they each began to sit in meditation and regulate their breath.

Yan Buji's injuries were severe, but fortunately the marvelous effect of the Blood Essence Skill allowed him to avoid Ye Zhilong's deadly shot; otherwise, even if he had managed to escape, he likely would not have lived much longer.

Yang Qing and Yang Lan were already injured, and this whole escape had exhausted them completely.

Thus, after each of them had recuperated for another ten days or so, they finally regained a little of their vital energy.

Yan Buji opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

This time, I almost died!!!

Hateful!

Hateful, I am powerless!