Whoosh——Whoosh——
Two figures raced through the air, one after the other. The spiritual might emanating from the pursuer in the rear grew increasingly strong, its light, akin to the waves of the sun, spread out in waves, with the speed getting faster and faster.
However, no matter how intense the pursuer's speed was, the one fleeing in front always managed to maintain the lead by creating a distance with creative, unimaginable means, never being caught up.
"Did this cultivator from the Longevity Sect earn his reputation by running away? How does he have so many escape methods?"
Shentu Jingming, closely watching Qiao Zhaoxian who was always leading in the front, was gradually losing his patience. He wanted to give up, unwilling to continue the exhausting chase.
He would rather have a blood battle with a cultivator of the same realm than be led by the nose by an early-stage Golden Core cultivator, making him feel like he was being walked like a dog, and he was the dog.
