Under Lu Qing’s full eruption, the Heaven-Shattering Sword Qi he unleashed was unstoppable. Within that strike was a trace of true world-rending might, carrying the power to annihilate all.
Three Nascent Soul cultivators at the early stage couldn’t even react in ti. The sword qi swept across their bodies.
In that instant, the three froze, then dropped lifelessly from the sky.
Their vitality was utterly erased. When their corpses crashed into the buildings below, their bodies split in two, blood filling the air.
The sight shocked the other Nascent Soul cultivators charging toward him. Their bodies trembled, halting midair, staring in disbelief at the three fallen corpses.
When they confird that the three were truly dead, horror spread across their faces as they turned toward Lu Qing.
One sword strike had slain three Nascent Soul cultivators!
This man, who had escaped from the inner city and was singled out by the Gongshu Clan’s patriarch as soone who must be stopped, was terrifying beyond imagination.
What frightened them even more was the aura in that sword qi. It was the breath of true death.
If that sword had struck them, they too would have been cleaved apart. There would have been no survival.
Facing such a threat of death, all the Nascent Soul cultivators of the outer city froze, filled with dread, not daring to advance.
“Those who don’t want to die, get out of my way!”
After cutting down three Nascent Souls with a single strike, Lu Qing transford into a streak of light and sped outward.
This ti, not a single outer city cultivator dared to block him.
All of them stood stiffly, cowed by terror, watching him fly toward the city’s edge.
“Worthless trash!”
Inside the inner city, the white-haired elder with the face of a child perceived the scene through the formation. His heart was filled with both shock and fury.
Shocked that this thief, clearly only at the Golden Core Realm, could cut down three Nascent Souls in one stroke.
Furious that the outer city Nascent Souls were so cowardly, paralyzed with fear—utter wastes!
Before the inner city walls, more than ten Gongshu patriarchs also gnashed their teeth in anger.
Never had they imagined their n would be so timid and afraid of death.
“If you let him escape the city, I will never forgive you!”
The white-haired elder roared with a Nascent Soul shout, his spirit pushing to accelerate the opening of the inner city formation barrier.
Forcing the array to stop like this would harm the Zhou Tian Star Formation, but he could no longer care.
“The Patriarch is enraged!”
The outer city Nascent Soul cultivators shuddered when they heard his voice.
They knew that if they did nothing now, there would be no way to explain themselves afterward.
At once, they moved again.
But this ti, none dared draw near Lu Qing. Instead, they hurled techniques and artifacts from afar.
They did not aim for rit, only to delay him, even if just for a mont. That would be enough.
“Hmph! Courting death!”
Lu Qing’s eyes glinted coldly. With a casual wave, countless strands of sword qi condensed out of thin air, slashing in every direction.
The Heaven-Shattering Sword Qi was unparalleled in might. The half-hearted efforts of the Nascent Souls—who were only pretending to act so as not to provoke him—were easily shredded. Their techniques and artifacts were blasted apart, unable to threaten him.
Still, their assault did succeed in slowing his pace.
Lu Qing understood. He couldn’t afford to drag this out. He still had cards to play, but he was unwilling to use them here.
His palm turned upward, and a ball of light erged. In the span of a breath, it expanded, enveloping all the Nascent Souls within dozens of miles. Stars filled the sky.
“What is this?”
Those caught in the Sword Dao Domain were startled, instantly on guard. Defensive lights flared around them.
“Slash!”
Lu Qing’s soft command rang out.
The heavens of stars collapsed into countless swords of light, forming a sword formation that pressed down upon the trapped Nascent Souls.
“Not good! Join forces!”
Sensing the overwhelming power, the cultivators within the domain panicked, rallying their strength to defend against the sword formation.
But Lu Qing, after unleashing the Seven-Star Sword Formation, didn’t even look back. He streaked out of the domain, heading for the city’s edge.
He knew that with so many Nascent Souls working together, the formation would last at most one or two breaths. It couldn’t truly trap or kill them.
The earlier three had fallen mostly because of his unexpected strike.
Now that the Nascent Souls were cautious and defensive, even he couldn’t easily overco them.
But he didn’t need to. Delaying them was enough.
One or two breaths—enough for him to escape.
His body turned into pure sword light, his speed soaring to its limit. By the ti the cultivators broke free of the domain, they saw only his rapidly vanishing back.
“Trash! Useless trash!”
The white-haired elder within the inner city was nearly driven mad with rage.
As Lu Qing’s escaping light grew more distant, he could endure no longer. He spat a mouthful of vital essence onto the Zhou Tian Formation Disk.
With a cracking sound, a small fracture split across the disk.
At the sa mont, the protective barriers over the entire Zhou Tian City—both inner and outer—shattered and vanished.
The elder had forcibly stopped the Zhou Tian Star Formation, even at the cost of damaging its core.
“The formation is down?”
As the array stopped, both the Gongshu patriarchs and Lu Qing noticed imdiately.
The Gongshu elders’ auras flared, and they rushed in pursuit of Lu Qing with greatly enhanced speed, far swifter than before.
The white-haired elder glanced once, pained, at the cracked formation disk before putting it away. Then, space rippled around him, and his body vanished.
He was already versed in the Dao of Space. Before, the Zhou Tian Star Formation had suppressed spatial power within the city, preventing him from using Spatial Transference. Now, with the formation halted, he could wield his true strength again.
“The Zhou Tian Star Formation has ceased. Spatial suppression is undone!”
Lu Qing realized the sa thing in that instant.
Without hesitation, he produced a jade talisman and activated it.
Spatial power enveloped him, and his figure vanished.
“What?”
Everyone who saw his disappearance was shaken to the core.
“Spatial power?”
In the very next instant, the white-haired elder appeared at the spot where Lu Qing had stood. His face darkened at the sight of the empty air and lingering spatial ripples.
Without pausing, he vanished again, following the trail.
“That thief also knows Spatial Transference?”
The Gongshu patriarchs who arrived afterward were shocked, their faces bitter with frustration.
Their cultivation was high, but none had attained their father’s mastery of space. They couldn’t use Spatial Transference to pursue.
Now, only their father could hope to capture that thief.
Yet recalling Lu Qing’s cunning and power, a sense of dread stirred in their hearts.
“Soone’s coming. That old ghost?”
Hundreds of miles from Zhou Tian City, Lu Qing’s figure reappeared. His face grew grim as he sensed violent spatial ripples behind him.
A great cultivator was pursuing through Spatial Transference, following the fluctuations of his teleportation talisman.
Without delay, he activated another talisman. His body vanished once more.
An instant later, the white-haired elder appeared, his face iron-blue. Feeling the fading ripples, he knew the thief had slipped away again.
“You think you can run?”
He coldly snorted and continued the chase.
He quickly discerned that the thief didn’t truly command Spatial Transference. Rather, he held a spatial artifact.
Otherwise, no true master of space would limit themselves to such short distances.
If that was the case, this thief would never escape his grasp.
Thus began a relentless pursuit.
Each ti, Lu Qing teleported several hundred miles. Each ti, the elder followed. A chase of flickering figures across the sky.
But Lu Qing never repeated his direction, always choosing randomly. This was his only defense—to prevent the elder from predicting his landing spot and ambushing him.
“This is troubleso.”
Reappearing again, sensing the pursuit at his back, Lu Qing’s eyes hardened.
That old ghost clearly wouldn’t relent. If this continued, his teleportation talismans would run out.
“I should have prepared more…”
He sighed as his body vanished once more.
But even if he had prepared dozens more, he knew he couldn’t win in a contest of endurance. Not against a Nascent Soul master versed in the Dao of Space.
“This can’t go on.”
Lu Qing knew he had to decide. If he kept fleeing, the risk of capture would only grow. Even one mistake could spell doom.
Especially against such a master, who might eventually deduce his teleportation pattern.
“I must use my trump card.”
He had two options.
One was the stone tablet bestowed by the mysterious being within the Sacred Tianxu Mountain’s secret realm. No matter where he was, he could use it to return there. But it only had three uses—far too precious to spend lightly.
The other was the Void Flying Boat.
The old ghost’s Spatial Transference was formidable, but no technique could compare with the Void Flying Boat’s power of Spatial Traversal.
If he used it, he could surely escape.
But the Void Flying Boat was a superior spiritual artifact. Even if the old ghost failed to recognize it, word would spread. He would beco a target of countless factions.
Still, he resolved himself.
“So be it. Too many already hunt . One more doesn’t matter. I can always change identities later.”
Besides, his gains this ti were imnse. Enough for him to go into secluded cultivation again. No need to wander for now.
After checking the Li Huo Cauldron and the Heaven and Earth One Qi Bag, he made his choice.
Activating another talisman, he teleported hundreds of miles once more.
As soon as his figure erged, he summoned the Void Flying Boat. It unfolded into a streak of silver light. He flew aboard, surging with spiritual power to the limit, urging it forward.
A terrifying surge of spatial force erupted around the boat. A vortex ford ahead.
At that very mont, the white-haired elder appeared.
“What is this?”
He had expected another empty patch of air, already preparing his next transference.
But what he saw made him freeze.
A silver flying boat floated before him, surrounded by shocking waves of space. Before it, a vortex yawned wide.
“Trying to run? Leave it here!”
His expression shifted, and he guessed instantly—it was a spatial treasure.
Without hesitation, he thrust out a hand of pure spatial force, reaching for the boat.
But before it could seize, the Void Flying Boat shuddered, releasing overwhelming might. The hand was blown apart.
Then, with a burst of speed, the boat plunged into the vortex and vanished.
The elder trembled, sensing the lingering ripples. He wanted to follow with his own Spatial Transference.
But the next instant, his face darkened in disbelief.
“This… impossible!”
The spatial traces revealed the distance traversed by the flying boat. It was unimaginably far.
Even with his mastery of space, he could never translocate so great a distance. If he forced it, he would only be lost in the chaos of the void.
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