Chapter 693: You really think the master is a soft persimmon?

"Good guts!"

Luo Lekang turned and fled, constantly watching the situation behind him; he worried that, while escaping, someone might seize the moment, chase him from behind, and strike him—even if they didn't aim for his life, it would inflict serious injury.

This kind of preparation had been his since he first set out; it often played an unimaginable role, letting him escape one pursuit after another. This time, he quickly noticed a flow of light chasing him from behind. Though he couldn't see who it was, there was no need to guess—it must have been the one who had just attacked him.

It was very likely the Daoist priest from the temple who had been protecting Wang Ping'an just now.

Meanwhile.

Flying swords shot out from behind one after another, as if they were free.

"I originally wanted to settle this slowly, but I never expected you, this damned thing, to be so reckless as to dare chase me—do you really think I, Luo Lekang, am easy to bully?"

Luo Lekang's face darkened; a flash of icy killing intent flickered in the depths of his eyes, and he said in a hostile tone: "Since you seek death, I'll grant it!"

Originally.

Although the flying swords that had just been shot out one after another were hard to deal with, they were still destroyed by his barrage of spells one after another, letting him feel that his attacker must be a sword cultivator—perhaps talented in the way of the sword, and with deep spiritual power; otherwise, it would be impossible to drive so many flying swords to attack him. This is also why he gave up the idea of looting Wang Ping'an and left this place.

However.

But he felt no fear!

He simply lived by the old saying: know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles.

He valued his life greatly; before confirming who his attacker was and what abilities they had, he was unwilling to act rashly. No matter what he did, he would rather spend extra time than risk not knowing who the opponent was, which could not only render his efforts futile but also put his life in danger.

Who would have known.

This time, when he left, he intended to first gather clear information about the opponent before making plans. Since that attacker, ignorant of the heights of heaven and depths of earth, thought he was afraid and dared to chase him out, did they really think Luo Lekang was easy to bully?

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"

A flash of savage color flickered in the depths of Luo Lekang's eyes as he unleashed spell after spell, destroying the flying swords' assault one after another. His gaze swept the surroundings, and upon noticing a certain inconspicuous spot, he took another look at the bad conditions there, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Taking advantage of the attacker's inattention behind him, his spells collided with the flying swords, producing one deafening explosion after another while the flying swords were destroyed one after another, raising wave after wave of obscuring mist. Luo Lekang's mind stirred; he snatched some items from his storage ring and hurled them hard at the spot he was looking at.

The next moment. Luo Lekang flew downward, his peripheral vision seeing the flow of light still pursuing him from behind, unabated, together with a barrage of flying swords. A flicker of delight crossed the depths of his eyes as he snorted coldly: "Heaven has a road you refuse to take; Hell has no gate you break into—since you seek death, I'll grant it!"

Not long after.

Luo Lekang's peripheral vision caught the black shadow pursuing him from behind falling into the trap he had set. He instantly activated the formation; in the next second, pillar after pillar of light shot up into the sky, forming a copper wall and iron barrier that enveloped the black shadow chasing him from behind. He sneered:

"You ignorant wretch, do you really think I, your lord, am easy to bully, daring to chase me here? Today you've fallen into my Heavenly Wolf Formation—let's see how you escape!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Lekang suddenly saw clearly that the villain who had been chasing him from behind was actually a paper person; his face changed dramatically, he gasped, and then quickly reacted.

Only then did he understand: the Daoist of Kumu Guan who had seen him leave and still dared to chase him, thinking him easy to bully, was not the clueless fool he imagined; rather, the opponent was quite clever, actually using a paper person to pursue him, leaving Luo Lekang with a deep sense of shock.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that the one who had been chasing him from behind, spewing flying swords one after another, was actually just striking a stone at a paper person.

He had seen evil cultivators who controlled paper persons before, but they were all low‑level, capable only of petty deeds—maybe harassing ordinary folks, but attacking him? That was unthinkable, let alone using spiritual power to condense flying swords one after another to shoot at him.

Even the most skilled evil cultivator who controls paper persons would find this difficult to achieve.

Just as Luo Lekang wondered whether his plans had been seen through, he thought he had secretly set up the Heavenly Wolf Formation here while the pursuer wasn't paying attention; in fact, everything had been under the opponent's gaze, so likewise taking advantage of their inattention, he did not send his true body to chase but instead dispatched a paper person.

Many seasoned martial artists know how to manipulate puppets to avoid falling into their own traps, falling for others' schemes, or stepping into others' snares.

"How is that possible?"

You have reached this novel.

Luo Lekang didn't intend to pay much attention; the paper person inside the Heavenly Wolf Formation, with a gaze as sharp as an eagle's, swept the surroundings, seeking to locate the one truly chasing him, and preparing to guard against a sneak attack that might take his life when he was off‑guard. Before he could search long, his peripheral vision suddenly noticed something.

The paper person trapped in the Heavenly Wolf Formation had a multitude of flying swords coalescing around it, clearly intending to use them to destroy his Heavenly Wolf Formation.

Luo Lekang's face showed undisguised astonishment; he had never believed that his pursuer could be the paper person now standing in his Heavenly Wolf Formation—no one had ever seen or even heard of using a paper person to condense flying swords one after another.

Even a sword cultivator who had trained in the Way of the Sword for years would find this difficult to accomplish!

"That brat, although he was riding a miraculous white lion at the time, looks like an ordinary farmer from his attire—how could he know such a powerful cultivator?"

Even though Luo Lekang had seen it with his own eyes, he still found it hard to imagine: looking at the paper person controlled by Wang Ping'an, with flying swords coalescing around it, the spiritual power giving him clear perception forced him to believe it, though his mind was flooded with countless thoughts.

Before he finished speaking, Luo Lekang fell into self‑contradiction, saying: "No, that kid may have a poor background, but given his talent, it's quite possible he would know such a powerful cultivator!"

(End of chapter)