The piercing voice of the Blood Wolf reached his ears, and Yang Fei was momentarily bewildered, slightly dazed.
Will you kill me someday?
I don’t even know you, how could I have offended you?
These doubts flashed through his mind, and a flicker of killing intent appeared in Yang Fei’s eyes as he loudly called out to the retreating figure of Blood Wolf: "Why wait for another day? If you dare, challenge me today."
Saying this, he released Qin Yanyang’s small hand, his body landing on the ground with such force that a deep pit was formed, his figure shooting up like a cannonball, pursuing the direction in which Blood Wolf and others were fleeing.
Having a Western adversary with such formidable power wanting to eliminate him made Yang Fei extremely displeased.
An old saying goes, don’t fear the thief stealing, fear the thief remembering.
Being targeted by a super-powerful warrior wanting to kill you is an extremely unsettling feeling.
In the distance, Blood Wolf listened to Yang Fei’s words but did not look back, accelerating his escape.
Ahead, Helian Zhan was pursuing the Great Priest and Klein, yet those two were solely focused on escape, uninterested in fighting, maintaining a distance that could not be closed between them.
Blood Wolf, in pursuit, would inadvertently meet Helian Zhan, hence he veered slightly and decisively chose another path to evade.
Blood Wolf held great respect for Helian Zhan.
Earlier, he had confronted Wang Chunyang head-on and realized the might and terror of a Hidden Sect’s super Sword Cultivator from the brief skirmish.
If he followed the escape route of the Great Priest and Klein, Helian Zhan only needed to turn around to block his path.
If targeted by such a powerful warrior, it would be difficult to escape quickly, which would allow the pursuing Hidden Sect warriors to surround him, leaving no escape.
Although Blood Wolf appeared brash and reckless, he was, in fact, meticulous and clever.
Thus, the Great Priest and Klein fled frantically, quickly escaping the region of Death Valley, climbing steep snow peaks.
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Seeing the opposing side about to cross the snow mountain, a cold light flashed in Helian Zhan’s eyes as he executed Qingtian Sword.
At this moment, the distance between them was about five hundred meters.
In Helian Zhan’s eyes, the Great Priest and Klein were mere insignificant figures.
However, his powerful spiritual power locked onto the Great Priest.
With a swishing sound, the long sword in his hand left his grasp like a meteor streaking across the sky, flying toward the distance.
Once locked by Helian Zhan’s Divine Soul Power, the Great Priest sensed an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Without looking back, the Ink Jade Ring on his right thumb emitted a dazzling silver-white light as his right arm pointed fiercely backward.
The silver-white beam shot from him, precisely targeting the incoming Flying Sword.
The Flying Sword instantly shattered the silver-white beam, like breaking through it, ascending unhindered, rapidly approaching the Great Priest from behind.
The Great Priest’s pupils contracted, his face showing panic.
He hadn’t expected the opponent’s Flying Sword, thrown from such a distance, to possess such terrifying power, nor that his Holy Light could not intercept it.
The Flying Sword came too swiftly for the Great Priest to evade; without hesitation, he reached to grasp the Flying Sword.
Severe pain erupted in his palm, his pupils constricted as he abruptly lowered his head.
Despite having accurately seized the sword, its overwhelming momentum combined with the sharp edge cut two bleeding wounds into his entire palm.
Eventually, the sword’s tip penetrated seven to eight centimeters into the Great Priest’s right shoulder.
This happened after he grasped the sword, forcefully altering its original trajectory, otherwise its tip would now be embedded in his heart.
The Divine Continent Hidden Sect’s formidable cultivator indeed possesses such a strong Flying Sword inheritor.
Stunned inside, the Great Priest casually extracted the long sword from his body, imbued it with potent Divine Power, and threw it backhanded.
Like a meteor, the long sword pierced the void, its speed generating explosive thunder in the air.
Moments later, the sword returned to Helian Zhan’s hands.
He caught his sword, yet the enormous penetrating force made him pause slightly.
Observing the bloodstain on the dagger’s tip, he looked up; the Great Priest and Klein had already vanished from view.
They’d crossed the mountain’s highest peak, momentarily disappearing from his sight.
Helian Zhan did not continue the chase.
Having already pursued them, both parties’ speed was evenly matched, and his strongest strike, though wounding them, didn’t close the distance nor retain them.
Thus, chasing further held little merit.
Helian Zhan shifted his gaze, noting the towering figure had also reached the summit and vanished from sight.
Several hundred meters behind that impressive silhouette, Yang Fei and Wang Chunyang closely pursued.
Helian Zhan shouted aloud: "There’s no need to chase further."
Seeing Blood Wolf disappear from sight, Wang Chunyang and Yang Fei knew they’d lost the best chance for pursuit, stopping simultaneously.
"Senior, are you... wounded?" Yang Fei observed beside him, Wang Chunyang’s right arm gruesome, his face slightly pale and weary, asking with concern.
Actually, he’d noticed the other’s injury earlier, but with both desperately chasing Blood Wolf, the question went unasked. Now, with the enemy gone, he naturally expressed concern for the Hidden Sect seniors.
Wang Chunyang nodded, smiling gracefully: "Just a flesh wound, not serious. However, that Western werewolf’s strength is indeed formidable."
Yang Fei laughed: "Though the distance was quite far earlier, I saw it clearly—the werewolf incurred heavier injuries than you, Senior. In a one-on-one duel, you could surely defeat that anomaly."
Wang Chunyang smiled confidently yet replied: "Not that easy. The werewolf’s power rivals mine; without holding a sharp weapon, I’d have lost during close combat. Nevertheless, should we encounter him again, if denied the chance for hand-to-hand combat, once it turns into a tug-of-war, his defeat is inevitable."
Yang Fei promptly nodded: "Indeed."
While talking, the pair headed back to the camp, soon reuniting with Helian Zhan.
Helian Zhan glanced at Wang Chunyang’s injuries, frowning: "Brother Wang shouldn’t have engaged in close combat with the werewolf earlier."
Wang Chunyang chuckled bitterly: "I believed apart from Sword Dao, my Physical Body Realm power wasn’t weak, so I wanted to show that anomaly the might of an Eastern Cultivator. Unexpectedly, his strength was immensely powerful, indeed suffering a hidden loss."
Apart from the bloody external injuries, numerous fractures afflicted the bones in Wang Chunyang’s entire right arm.
Despite his cultivation and Forbidden Sect’s specialty medicine, recovering quickly from such wounds, it remained an unusual injury for someone of his stature.
Reflecting on previous events, Helian Zhan pondered: "Heaven indeed plans to act against the Divine Continent. Moreover, these Heavenly warriors wield significant power, not to be underestimated."
Wang Chunyang nodded: "Precisely, these Western anomalies aren’t weak. Beyond the Blood Wolf, there’s that individual intent on disrupting the Hidden Sect Plane balance; his Divine Soul Power is incredibly potent, able to utilize worldly power laws to such an extent."
Helian Zhan remarked: "He capitalized on Western significant magic treasures; otherwise, relying solely on personal cultivation, disrupting the Hidden Sect Plane’s balance would be unattainable."
Wang Chunyang acknowledged with a sound, adding: "Let’s inspect what the Hidden Sect Plane World has become; accelerating full transfer should be expedited."
"Indeed; let’s first observe."