Without even waiting for a response, Patriarch Big-head shot off into the distance. As for whether these people would comply with his request, he didn’t stay around to find out. If they did, great; if they didn’t, there was nothing he could do about it.
The three Cultivators were in the late Foundation Establishment stage. After hearing Patriarch Big-head’s words, their hearts began to pound. There was little that could entice them more than the prospect of assistance in reaching Core Formation.
They hesitated for a moment. For someone to successfully launch a sneak attack against a Sect Patriarch meant that whoever was chasing him was no weakling. He would definitely be of the Core Formation stage. However, the prospective reward was too enticing; they exchanged glances as Meng Hao approached, followed by the more than one hundred Cultivators.
The sight immediately caused these late Foundation Establishment Cultivators to grow more nervous and hesitant. One of them finally gritted his teeth and flew forward, clasping hands and bowing to Meng Hao.
“Senior, please wait a moment, I….”
“Screw off!” said Meng Hao, his expression cold, flying directly past the man.
The bowing Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s face flickered and his scalp went numb. Meng Hao’s glance just now had caused his heart to tremble with fear. However, the reward promised by Patriarch Big-head nagged at his heart.
The other two Foundation Establishment Cultivators held him back, then clasped hands in salute to Meng Hao. They didn’t dare to do even the slightest thing to try to delay him. They, too, thirsted for the reward promised by Patriarch Big-head, but Meng Hao’s words and cold glance left their minds reeling and their Dao Pillars quivering.
Meng Hao didn’t slow down in the slightest. He whistled through the air, followed by the more than one hundred Cultivators who were still being led by the Blood Clones. They glanced at the local Cultivators with cold smiles as they passed, shooting through the air like meteors.
Some time after they were gone, the three late Foundation Establishment Cultivators let loose sighs of relief. Their faces were somewhat pale, because they knew that their greed just now had led them halfway to the grave.
“Who was that guy?” they thought, exchanging glances. “He managed to make Senior Ouyang take to flight….”
As he flew through the air, Meng Hao waved his hand out in front of him. The air rippled as arcs of golden light appeared. They shot toward Patriarch Big-head, but before they could get too close, the man spit up some more blood. The air around his feet grew blurry, and his speed increased, allowing him to evade Meng Hao’s attack. In the blink of an eye, he was roughly three thousand meters away.
“So fast!” thought Meng Hao, giving a cold harrumph as he continued onward. Throughout the course of this chase, Meng Hao’s interest in Patriarch Big-head’s legacy techniques had certainly been aroused.
Patriarch Big-head’s face was pale. He gritted his teeth and continued to flee, his heart pounding. A sensation of life-or-death danger floated in his heart. The only thing he could think to do was use every possible means to evade the pursuit and escape death.
Bitterness filled his heart. After reaching Core Formation, he had always been the one to chase and kill others. This was the first time he had been pursued like a stray dog.
“If I can make it out of this, then all of this humiliation will be paid back a hundredfold!” he thought, his eyes filling with madness. He increased his speed, traveling another three thousand meters in the blink of an eye.
After half a day of employing the ultimate speed possible within the Core Formation stage, Patriarch Big-head spotted some earthen walls off in the distance. This city was not as flourishing as one of the United Nine, but clearly a powerful group resided within.
As he neared, Patriarch Big-head cried out, “Fellow Daoist Chen!” Immediately, a beam of colorful light shot out from within the city. Inside was a muscular, bare-chested man of the mid Core Formation stage, with flowing black hair. When he saw Patriarch Big-head, he gaped in surprise.
“Big Bro Ouyang, what’s going on…?”
“Fellow Daoist Chen, please stop the hoodlum that’s chasing me!” he gushed as he shot past the muscular man. “You and I have similar Cultivation bases, but I was ambushed while in secluded meditation. I’ve been poisoned and I need an incense stick’s worth of time to suppress the poison. I owe you!”
Without even waiting for a response, Patriarch Big-head shot off into the distance. As for whether these people would comply with his request, he didn’t stay around to find out. If they did, great; if they didn’t, there was nothing he could do about it.The three Cultivators were in the late Foundation Establishment stage. After hearing Patriarch Big-head’s words, their hearts began to pound. There was little that could entice them more than the prospect of assistance in reaching Core Formation.They hesitated for a moment. For someone to successfully launch a sneak attack against a Sect Patriarch meant that whoever was chasing him was no weakling. He would definitely be of the Core Formation stage. However, the prospective reward was too enticing; they exchanged glances as Meng Hao approached, followed by the more than one hundred Cultivators.The sight immediately caused these late Foundation Establishment Cultivators to grow more nervous and hesitant. One of them finally gritted his teeth and flew forward, clasping hands and bowing to Meng Hao.“Senior, please wait a moment, I….”“Screw off!” said Meng Hao, his expression cold, flying directly past the man.The bowing Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s face flickered and his scalp went numb. Meng Hao’s glance just now had caused his heart to tremble with fear. However, the reward promised by Patriarch Big-head nagged at his heart.ที่สองมูลนิธิก่อตั้งคราดอื่น ๆ เดิมเขา แล้ว clasped มือในการเฮาเมง พวกเขาไม่กล้าที่จะทำแม้สิ่งเล็กพยายามหน่วงเวลาเขา พวกเขา เกินไป thirsted รางวัลที่สัญญาไว้ โดยพระหัวใหญ่ แต่เมงเฮาคำเย็นทันทีเหลือใจ reeling และสั่นเสาดาวของพวกเขาเมงเฮาไม่ได้ชะลอตัวลงในน้อยที่สุด เขาผิวปากผ่านอากาศ ตาม ด้วยเครื่องพรวนดินมากกว่าหนึ่งร้อยที่ถูกยังคงถูกโคลนเลือด Glanced ที่เครื่องพรวนดินในท้องถิ่นด้วยรอยยิ้มเย็นในขณะที่พวกเขาผ่าน การถ่ายภาพผ่านทางอากาศเช่นอุกกาบาตบางครั้งหลังจากที่พวกเขาหายไป ที่สามปลายรากฐานก่อตั้งเครื่องพรวนดินให้หลวม sighs ของบรรเทา ใบหน้าถูกค่อนข้างซีด เพราะพวกเขารู้ว่า ความโลภของพวกเขาตอนนี้ได้นำลงครึ่งหนึ่งจนตาย"ผู้ชายคนนั้นคือใคร" พวกเขาคิดว่า แลกเปลี่ยนหน้าปัดรวม "เขาจัดการให้ Ouyang อาวุโสทำการบิน..."ขณะที่เขาบินผ่านอากาศ เฮาเมงโบกมือออกหน้าเขา อากาศคลื่นของแสงสีทองดัง พวกเขายิงไปทางพระหัวใหญ่ แต่ก่อนที่พวกเขาอาจจะใกล้เกินไป คนที่พ่นขึ้นบางเลือดมากขึ้น อากาศรอบเท้าของเขาเติบโตมาไม่ชัด และความเร็วของเขาเพิ่ม ขึ้น ให้หลบเลี่ยงการโจมตีเมงเฮา ในพริบตา เขาก็ประมาณสามพันเมตร"เริ่ม" คิดว่า เมงเฮา ให้ harrumph เย็นในขณะที่เขายังคงเป็นต้นไป ตลอดหลักสูตรของการไล่ล่านี้ เมงเฮาสนใจในพระหัวใหญ่ของเทคนิคดั้งเดิมมีแน่นอนการกระตุ้นPatriarch Big-head’s face was pale. He gritted his teeth and continued to flee, his heart pounding. A sensation of life-or-death danger floated in his heart. The only thing he could think to do was use every possible means to evade the pursuit and escape death.Bitterness filled his heart. After reaching Core Formation, he had always been the one to chase and kill others. This was the first time he had been pursued like a stray dog.“If I can make it out of this, then all of this humiliation will be paid back a hundredfold!” he thought, his eyes filling with madness. He increased his speed, traveling another three thousand meters in the blink of an eye.After half a day of employing the ultimate speed possible within the Core Formation stage, Patriarch Big-head spotted some earthen walls off in the distance. This city was not as flourishing as one of the United Nine, but clearly a powerful group resided within.As he neared, Patriarch Big-head cried out, “Fellow Daoist Chen!” Immediately, a beam of colorful light shot out from within the city. Inside was a muscular, bare-chested man of the mid Core Formation stage, with flowing black hair. When he saw Patriarch Big-head, he gaped in surprise.“Big Bro Ouyang, what’s going on…?”“Fellow Daoist Chen, please stop the hoodlum that’s chasing me!” he gushed as he shot past the muscular man. “You and I have similar Cultivation bases, but I was ambushed while in secluded meditation. I’ve been poisoned and I need an incense stick’s worth of time to suppress the poison. I owe you!”
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