Lin Xuan's expression darkened. He slapped his Storage Bag and had already summoned the Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword. In an instant, man and sword became one, tearing through the air toward the distant horizon.
His speed was unbelievably fast!
In his heart, he secretly regretted it. He should not have been greedy for a small advantage. If he had fled immediately after subduing that little man, most likely all these complications would not have arisen.
But it was too late to say anything now. Lin Xuan could only suppress the gloom in his heart, unleash his magic power to the fullest, and hurtle away.
At the same time, about a hundred li behind Lin Xuan.
A refined-looking middle-aged man drifted along with his broad sleeves fluttering, as though taking a leisurely stroll through a courtyard. Yet his speed had reached an extreme. This kind of divine ability was clearly no ordinary light-escape technique, but some special method possessed only by old monsters of the Nascent Soul Realm.
A mocking smile hung at the corner of his mouth, and his divine sense locked onto the rapidly moving figure ahead.
"His evasion art has a few unique points, but does he think he can escape the palm of this Ghost Emperor?"
Black light rose from his body, and his speed actually increased by another thirty percent.
This man had elegant features and three strands of long beard. He was none other than the Ghost Emperor Haotian.
Although Lin Xuan's divine sense was slightly inferior compared with his, it was still far superior to cultivators of the same rank, so naturally he sensed that something was wrong. Though he was already sparing no magic power, his speed still could not keep pace with the other party's. If this continued, being caught was