Nine White Jade Skulls had been installed in the Divine Treasury. With Chu Qing at the center, they could scan every direction within a hundred li.
Chu Qing locked onto some fleeing prodigies, chased them relentlessly, and ultimately beheaded them one by one.
Unfortunately, after killing more than a dozen, he lost track of the rest.
Though they had fled and left obvious traces behind, Chu Qing could not be bothered to hunt them down.
"The most important thing for me is to master the ancient law realm. All other grudges, love, and hatred can be put aside."
Chu Qing did not care about those prodigies either. He simply gathered up numerous divine weapons and damaged complete armor sets, then raced all the way toward the Great Gan Empire.
A few days later:
He encountered a group of prodigies on the road.
These prodigies had once hunted him down.
But later, they had given up.
The moment they saw Chu Qing, their expressions changed drastically.
"Brother Qing..."
"Master Qing..."
"Please don't kill us!"
There were more than a hundred prodigies in this group.
No matter where they went, they would have counted as regional overlords, each of them formidable.
However:
Upon seeing Chu Qing, they became like mice that had spotted a cat, terrified and uneasy.
They panicked.
When they had left, more than two hundred people had surrounded and attacked Chu Qing.
Yet:
Chu Qing had returned.
What about those two hundred-plus prodigies?
If over two hundred prodigies could not take down Chu Qing, then their hundred-odd people would likely die even more miserably.
"Master Qing, we were wrong!"
A prodigy felt bitterness fill her heart.
Chu Qing swept an indifferent glance over them and whistled past them.
"You were not wrong!"
"You were merely terrified, merely afraid!"
"But