Chapter 1592

Sure enough, a formation-pattern restriction had been set up. As long as he broke this formation-pattern restriction, he would be able to escape the pursuit of those several half-saints from the Zhao family!

Ximen Wudi hurriedly walked toward the formation-pattern restriction, then quickly opened it.

"Phew! Finally I can leave this godforsaken place!"

Seeing the formation-pattern restriction undone, Ximen Wudi also breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he realize.

This was a barren stretch of land, surrounded by desert on all sides.

Ximen Wudi had originally wanted to find a place rich in spiritual energy, but now it seemed there was simply no way to do so. Because it was uninhabited and the spiritual energy was thin, Ximen Wudi had no choice but to give up on the idea. He quickly flew forward.

Ximen Wudi flew roughly two hundred li or so.

Suddenly he heard a burst of dense sounds of slaughter ring out.

Ximen Wudi could not help but knit his brows slightly. His gaze looked forward, and he saw a squad of Zhao family cultivators surrounding and killing a group of demon-race cultivators.

"Damn it, these demon-race bastards actually dare to raid our Zhao family's property!"

A Zhao family cultivator cursed angrily.

These cultivators were actually raiding their Zhao family's property, and moreover, the cultivation of these demon-race was not weak—the lowest among them were all half-step King realm experts. So these Zhao family cultivators were quickly defeated.

"Little bastard, today I'll let you taste the methods of my Zhao family!"

That Zhao family elder gave a cold snort.

Immediately, clumps of black mist surged out from within his body. Those black mist condensed into terrifying skulls, each one reaching the peak of Divine Emperor level.

"Kid, this secret art of our Zhao family is specially used to deal with enemies whose cultivation is lower than one's own realm. Moreover, this move is extremely bizarre—once struck, you'll instantly turn into white bone!"

"So I want to see whether a waste like you can dodge it!"

That Zhao family elder said with a cold smile.

The people of the Zhao family all cultivate evil arts.

Therefore, the people of the Zhao family all cultivate evil arts.

1315 Ximen Wudi was not afraid either.

After hearing this, Ximen Wudi immediately frowned.

Because he realized this move was extremely powerful. If he were struck by it, the result would surely be a fate where not even his bones remained. However, Ximen Wudi was not afraid either, because his body was clad in Immortal Armor Battle Garments.

Moreover, Zhuge Yu and Little Turtle were assisting at his side.

"Hmph! A mere single move, it still can't do anything to this young master!"

Ximen Wudi curled his lip and said disdainfully, then threw a punch blasting toward that clump of black mist.

"Bang…."

The punch smashed onto the black mist, and immediately a muffled sound of impact rang out. Moreover, the black mist did not shatter; instead, it pressed toward Ximen Wudi.

"What is this thing?"

Ximen Wudi said in astonishment. This clump of black mist seemed different from ordinary black mist.

But he could not say exactly how it was different.

Because Ximen Wudi simply did not know what was going on.

"Hehe-he, you're looking to die…."

"This is a unique evil art of the Zhao family. It can transform oneself into a clump of black mist, and when that happens, you'll only be able to become a lost soul within the black mist—and you'll never be able to get out!"

That Zhao family elder said in a sinister tone.

"So that's how it is…." Ximen Wudi could not help but nod.

Then Ximen Wudi continued to urge on his immortal art.

He urged on his immortal art and unleashed the Jin Zhong Shield.

Jin Zhong Shield!

It was a metal-attribute immortal art.

This immortal art could defend against attacks at the Divine Lord level.

Moreover, this immortal art had another special effect: the longer the defense was maintained, the stronger the defense became.

……

Ximen Wudi pushed himself to the utmost limit, and instantly a thick layer of shield formed around his body.

Crack-crack-crack.

The black mist descended and actually tore that layer of Jin Zhong Shield apart directly. Then the black mist rushed straight toward Ximen Wudi, its speed reaching the extreme, and moreover, its speed was bizarrely strange, making it impossible to guard against.

"Little bastard, just obediently wait for death!"

"Hahahaha, today you shall perish at the hands of my Zhao family!"

Seeing that Ximen Wudi could no longer withstand his attack, that Zhao family elder could not help but burst into wild laughter.

"Die…."

That Zhao family elder howled ferociously, his mouth opening wide to reveal ghastly fangs.

"Whoosh."

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed toward that Zhao family elder—it was Little Turtle.

Little Turtle swiftly arrived at Ximen Wudi's side and opened its huge bloody maw.

"Roar…."

Immediately, Little Turtle raised its head and let out a roar.

Then it opened its great mouth and spewed out a clump of flame.

With a whoosh.

The flame directly burned that black mist.

The black fog struggled violently.

"Ah…."

That Zhao family elder let out a miserable shriek. He hurriedly tried to gather the black fog on his body, but found it was already too late—the black fog had been completely devoured by the little turtle.

"Impossible! You little bastard, you actually killed my brother. I, Dingranbu Society, will not let you off. Just you wait!"

That Zhao family elder roared furiously, then darted off into the distance.

The little turtle, meanwhile, sneered coldly as it watched that Zhao family elder.

"Little turtle, you're so powerful—why didn't you help me just now?"

Seeing the little turtle appear, Ximen Wudi could not help but ask in confusion.

Just now.

The little turtle had been hiding in the shadows the whole time, so why hadn't it stepped in to help?

The Zhao family elder led the group as they rushed swiftly down the mountain.

Ximen Wudi did not chase those Zhao family cultivators, but instead looked at the little turtle.

"How is it? Did you notice anything suspicious?"

Ximen Wudi looked at the little turtle.

The little turtle said, "All these Zhao family disciples are hiding their strength—their cultivation is very powerful, and their combat techniques are extremely skillful. Still, I can tell they want to use this mountain range's terrain to escape. But escaping my control? That's nothing but a fool's dream!"

"Then what should we do now?"

Ximen Wudi asked.

"Of course—follow them!"

The little turtle said with a grin.

After it finished speaking, its body vanished without a trace.

"This fellow really knows how to conceal his movements!" Ximen Wudi muttered.

Immediately after.

Ximen Wudi quickly followed.

At this moment, those Zhao family cultivators had fled several thousand li before finally stopping, because they too knew—

This mountain range was extremely dangerous; one careless slip and they might lose their lives here. So it was safer to leave sooner rather than later.