Zhou Qing’s face hardened upon seeing this, pushing the old hen into his waist pocket. He then shook his Broken Sword severely and whispered under his breath, "Thunder Sword Skills, rise!"
In an instant, the broken sword burst into a brilliant light, and the previously rust-covered blade seemed wrapped in a layer of dazzling lightning.
The Sword Qi charged with thunder energy blasted out, but Song Yuan, maddened by rage, did not flinch, approaching directly with a look of complete frenzy in his eyes.
As flames clashed with Sword Qi in a split second, the light became blinding, and energy ripples spread around like waves.
The entire cave shook under this immense power; rocks fell from the ceiling, raising a cloud of dust.
Witnessing this scene, Zhou Qing turned around and fled without hesitation.
Why put himself through such hardship? He had only ever been lucky enough to slay a late Nascent Soul Realm cultivator due to favorable circumstances.
But after all, he was just in the early stages. Song Yuan, being one of the top five geniuses of Cangyan Daoist Palace, undoubtedly possessed much more strength than what he currently displayed. Perhaps he could even defeat someone at the Perfection stage.
Who knows what kind of trump cards he might still have.
Anyway, the Broken Sword had already scratched him; as long as enough time passed, I will chase you while you run.
With a flash of silver light at his feet, Zhou Qing instantly reached the cave entrance and then leaped.
"You think you can escape?" Song Yuan’s face was full of murderous intent as he also leaped down after him.
Jumping into the water, Zhou Qing moved like a dragon returning to the sea, his form agile, quickly widening the gap between them.
"Brainless fool, to dare catch a sword with your bare hands. I wouldn’t even dare. And you call yourself a genius? You don’t even know the meaning of ’caution’!" Zhou Qing ruthlessly mocked with no restraint.
Song Yuan went completely insane upon hearing these words, especially feeling the blood flow faster as the Spiritual Power surged through his right palm.
"I will make you wish you were dead!" roared Song Yuan, spitting with rage, unleashing his Spiritual Power as he furiously chased after Zhou Qing.
On the other hand, Zhou Qing moved effortlessly in the water, as casually as walking in a garden, maintaining the perfect distance while continuing to provoke with his words.
Song Yuan was seething with rage, yelling furiously but to no avail.
Despite the vast difference in cultivation level, he just couldn’t catch up to Zhou Qing.
"Is everyone in Cangyan Daoist Palace this hot-headed? What a coincidence, I also happen to know some fire Divine Techniques."
"If you can’t catch up, stop yelling. Look, the water is almost dyed red."
"It’s a good thing there are no Flame Fire Crocodiles here; otherwise, you’d be in real trouble with all this blood smell."
"By the way, I was the one who killed Meng Xing. Honestly, you two are real maniacs. Goodness, are all five of your top geniuses ?"
Listening to Zhou Qing’s taunts ahead, Song Yuan burned with fury, pouring all his Spiritual Power into trying to catch up, wanting nothing more than to shred him to pieces.
But such actions only caused his wound to bleed more profusely.
A vicious cycle had formed. If he didn’t chase, Zhou Qing’s mouth wouldn’t stop spewing insults, and so many disciples were watching.
If he did chase, he had to use his Spiritual Power, but that only made the wound worse and unable to stop bleeding.
At this point, Song Yuan’s face had grown pale from the substantial loss of blood.
"The wound is still too small. Yan won’t last much longer!"
Although Zhou Qing continued his relentless verbal assault, his heart was filled with urgency.
Now the only way to break this impasse was to launch an active attack, either to accelerate the blood loss from his wound or to land another strike up close.
Thinking of this, Zhou Qing suddenly came to a complete stop, and a layer of blazing flames surged around his body, transforming into a raging sea of fire in a moment.