Chapter 508

Xiong Ba realized his old man was buying time for him.

Touched, he made a decisive choice without hesitation.

He stumbled and crashed his way off Tianshan, flying toward the Zhonghua Pavilion the Purple-Robed Boss had mentioned.

"Hmph! Not a single one of you will leave alive!"

Xiao Aoshi watched Xiong Ba flee and grew somewhat frantic with rage.

No longer holding back, he unleashed every one of his ultimate arts in full.

For fist-and-foot Wu Gong, he had the Beast Heart Strong Dao.

For spiritual attacks, he had Ten Thousand Dao Forest.

Attacking from both fronts, he should have been able to win quickly.

But the Purple-Robed Boss was no easy opponent either, and to cover Xiong Ba's escape, he was fighting almost as if trading life for life.

Xiao Aoshi naturally did not want to swap lives with the Purple-Robed Boss, so he ended up being held back.

After another half hour of fierce combat, the Purple-Robed Boss's true essence gradually ran dry.

Xiao Aoshi seized the moment and, with a Ten Thousand Dao Forest spiritual shock, shattered the Purple-Robed Boss's mind.

With his spirit damaged and his true essence exhausted, the Purple-Robed Boss dropped straight into the dust.

Just as Xiao Aoshi was about to strike and take the Purple-Robed Boss's head, his heart suddenly stirred—

"That old bastard is already finished. Better to leave him a broken life, drag him alive up to Qinglong Summit, and offer him to the Great Dragon Head!"

Back when Senior Dugu Qiubai and Senior Dugu Jian went up Tianshan, Xiao Aoshi had watched from the side in secret.

He knew it was the Purple-Robed Boss who had nearly wounded Senior Dugu Qiubai!

So seeing the Purple-Robed Boss nearly finished, he was in no rush to kill him outright.

"Boy, you wait here. I'll go drag your precious son back, then take you up to Qinglong Summit!"

Xiao Aoshi clasped his hands behind his back and flew straight into the air toward the direction Xiong Ba had fled.

The Purple-Robed Boss, blood at the corner of his mouth and breath faint, could only watch helplessly as Xiao Aoshi's departing figure slowly vanished.

"Sigh! Ba'er, I hope you can survive by relying on that person at Zhonghua Pavilion!"

Then, his spirit flagging, the Purple-Robed Boss was about to close his eyes and heal his wounds.

Just then, on the flattened peak of Tianshan, another human silhouette appeared.

The man was clearly dressed like a Monk, but between his brows there was a certain ruthless sharpness.

His body flickered, and he arrived beside the Purple-Robed Boss.

"Amitabha. After waiting so long, I've finally found my chance."

"Purple-Robed Boss, you were fated to be one with me—let us merge as one!"

So saying, the strange Monk stretched out his hand toward the Purple-Robed Boss.

Countless sutra texts surfaced on his arm.

Those sutra texts floated up and wrapped the Purple-Robed Boss and him together.

……

Meanwhile, Xiong Ba stumbled all the way down Tianshan.

He then changed his clothes, got his bearings, and headed for Zhonghua Pavilion.

In Yunzhou, Zhonghua Pavilion was a very famous restaurant.

Countless heroes of the Jianghu loved Zhonghua Pavilion's wine.

Only a few knew that the real owner behind Zhonghua Pavilion was none other than "Heavenly Sword" Wuming!

Xiong Ba had long known of Zhonghua Pavilion, but he did not know Wuming was there.

He could not understand why the Purple-Robed Boss had risked his life to make him flee to Zhonghua Pavilion for help.

But now, in all of Yunzhou, this might be the only place that could save him.

Enduring the searing pain, he kept urging his true essence, executing lightness Kung Fu, racing across the sky like wind and lightning.

After about an hour, Xiong Ba finally arrived before Zhonghua Pavilion.

It was already deep into the night, and the usually bustling Zhonghua Pavilion had already put up its shutters.

Business hours for the day were over.

At any other time, Xiong Ba would have broken straight through the door.

But this time he had come gravely wounded, seeking rescue.

Arriving at the door of Zhonghua Pavilion, he kept slapping the shutters—

"Shopkeeper, Shopkeeper…"

"Who is it?" After a while, someone answered from inside.

"I am a mere traveler, chased here by enemies. I beg the Shopkeeper to take me in and let me hide for a while."

Xiong Ba did not know who at Zhonghua Pavilion could actually save him, so his tone was extremely polite.

The people of Zhonghua Pavilion were either those who had received great kindness from Wuming and devoted themselves to this place,

or those who had been transformed by Wuming and come here to live in seclusion.

Whether the Shopkeeper or the waiters, every one of them had once been a Jianghu warrior who lived by the blade.

Hearing Xiong Ba say this, the waiter was moved to compassion.

He quickly opened the shutters and happened to see Xiong Ba's face waxy-yellow and his breath faint.

He immediately believed Xiong Ba's words and let him into Zhonghua Pavilion.

"What is your name? Who is the one chasing you?"

After ushering him inside, the waiter poured Xiong Ba a cup of tea. The Shopkeeper was also alarmed and came over to ask.

"I..."

Xiong Ba deliberated for a moment, not daring to give his real name, and was about to make up a fake one to fool them.

"The Zhonghua Pavilion?"

At this moment, Xiao Aoshi had already tracked Xiong Ba and killed his way here.

His cold, icy voice was coming from outside.

"Do you really think the Zhonghua Pavilion can protect you?"

Xiao Aoshi had once been the "Big Boss" of the Xuanhua, and knew a great deal about Yunzhou's intelligence.

Who was in the Zhonghua Pavilion, he naturally knew best!

"Wu Lin myth," "Heavenly Sword" Wu Ming!

As Xiao Sanxiao's friend of different generations, an extraordinary prodigy rarely seen in the Jian Sect.

Wu Ming was naturally a worthy opponent!

But Xiao Aoshi did not think he would lose to him!

Moreover, Xiong Ba, in order to dominate Yunzhou, had more blood on his hands than he could count.

How many innocent souls had died tragically at his hands.

Such a person—would Wu Ming also try to save?

"Everyone, the one who comes has extremely high Wu Gong, hurry and flee for your lives!"

Although Xiong Ba was gravely wounded, he could still see through the cultivation of these people in the Zhonghua Pavilion.

At a glance, not a single one had reached the Earthly Immortal Realm.

With such skill, not to mention saving himself, they weren't even enough for him to kill right now.

But his old man had spoken with such certainty, he definitely wouldn't lie to him.

So within this Zhonghua Pavilion, there must be someone who could save him.

Therefore, Xiong Ba—who had always been decisive in killing, never caring about the lives or deaths of others—was now putting on an affected, pretentious act.

The people of the Zhonghua Pavilion had no idea what Xiong Ba was thinking.

The waiter, hearing him say this, was actually somewhat moved.

Hearing Xiao Aoshi so arrogant, he actually picked up his blade and said to Xiong Ba,

"Don't worry, no matter who you are, as long as you've entered the Zhonghua Pavilion, no one can hurt you."

Saying so, he, in his fearless ignorance, picked up his blade and walked out.

"Who are you? Why are you chasing him?"