Life-or-Death Speed

Not long after flying out, Shen Yi sensed a powerful spiritual energy rapidly approaching him.

"So fast!"

Shen Yi was startled and gritted his teeth, picking up his speed.

"Even I can't catch up. This brat must have obtained some supreme treasure!"

Thinking this, a glint of greed flashed in Wang Shangren's eyes. He formed a hand seal, and his speed increased significantly.

"Brat, stop obediently and accept your death. I'll leave you a whole corpse!"

Wang Shangren's cultivation was higher, and in a blink of an eye, he closed the distance to fifty to sixty meters behind Shen Yi.

"Senior, why is this? I have no enmity with you, why are you hunting me?"

Shen Yi cursed inwardly, but outwardly, he asked with an innocent expression.

"Hmph! A glib-tongued brat! You killed my son and disciples, and stole my sect's treasure. I can never let you go!"

Wang Shangren snorted coldly. The pain of losing his son made his eyes red, bordering on madness.

Seeing Shen Yi's lack of response, Wang Shangren shot an attack from his hand. Just as it was about to hit Shen Yi's spiritual wings, he dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding it. When the first attack failed, he launched another. "Swish, swish, swish!" Wang Shangren unleashed several more bursts of spiritual energy. Shen Yi dodged left and right, managing to evade them all.

"If Senior doesn't show his true abilities, I'll be taking my leave."

Shen Yi looked back and smiled slightly at Wang Shangren. Such an arrogant expression instantly sent a surge of Blood Essence to his head, making his face flush. He summoned a long sword and sent it shooting out fiercely.

Sensing the violent aura behind him, Shen Yi remained unperturbed. He brought out the Coiled Dragon Halberd and slashed backward. Now that he had refined the Coiled Dragon Halberd, he wielded it with greater ease. Within five meters of him, he could control the halberd remotely. The halberd struck the long sword fiercely, causing it to shake before falling back into Wang Shangren's hand.

"Good boy, you actually possess a high-grade spirit artifact!"

Greed gleamed in Wang Shangren's eyes. At this moment, he was even more convinced that Shen Yi was the murderer of his eldest son.

"Go!"

Wang Shangren suddenly stopped, forming a hand seal. He summoned a massive sword shadow. Under the shadow's shroud, Shen Yi's hair stood on end. He desperately channeled spiritual energy into his spiritual wings, trying to escape quickly.

"You dare offend me and think you can escape?!"

Wang Shangren waved his hand, and the sword shadow slashed down. This attack left a long golden sword shadow in the air, splitting even the air itself. Its peerless power roared towards Shen Yi.

"Danger!"

Shen Yi cried out in alarm. The Coiled Dragon Halberd spun rapidly behind him, stirring up gusts of wind. A dragon's roar echoed as Shen Yi unleashed a move, Facing the Heavenly Palace. Unfortunately, the dragon's roar was instantly drowned out by the sword's cry. At the critical moment, a black shadow appeared behind Shen Yi.

"Yiya, yaya ya!"

"Little Black!"

It turned out to be Little Black, who bravely stepped forward, attempting to swallow the immense power. However, it was knocked aside, its aura significantly weakened. Shen Yi quickly gathered it into his arms, unwilling for it to be harmed further. In that instant, the sword shadow fell upon him.

Shen Yi bore the brunt of the attack. The violent energy inflicted severe injuries upon him, blood gushing from his nose and mouth. His body was pierced by the sword shadow, leaving a shocking wound that extended from his back to his heels. Even so, Shen Yi didn't stop. He urged his spiritual wings and, swaying, continued to fly towards Ninghai Immortal Academy.

"It's just ahead, I have to hold on!"

He encouraged himself, but his vision blurred, and he knew he couldn't last much longer.

"He's not dead! This child must not be allowed to live!"

Wang Shangren moved again, transforming into a streak of light, faster than before. A trace of urgency appeared on his face. "Ahead is the territory of Ninghai City. Feng Yang, that old man, will surely sense something here. I can't let him get any closer!" Killing intent surged, and Wang Shangren's eyes turned fierce. He let out a roar, "Brat! Give me your life!"

He unleashed wave after wave of sword light from his hand, engulfing all of Shen Yi's escape routes and aiming directly for his back. He was confident that even a Golden Core cultivator couldn't easily withstand this attack, and he didn't believe Shen Yi could escape.

As the sword light was about to pierce Shen Yi's body, he could even see the scene of Shen Yi's heart being pierced by the sword, leading to his demise. A cold smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"Impossible!"

Wang Shangren's triumph didn't last long before he was stunned by the sight before him.

As the sword light was about to strike Shen Yi, the space around them seemed to freeze. The sword lights hung suspended in mid-air before dissolving into scattered points of light, vanishing into the air.

"Dean..."

Shen Yi whispered, finally unable to hold on. His eyes slowly closed.

Wang Shangren watched this, frozen in place for a moment. A figure appeared above Ninghai City, crossed the distance in a single step to Shen Yi's front, caught him, and then looked up sharply, his gaze chilling.

"Close at Hand, Yet Worlds Apart (Zhi Chi Tian Ya - a powerful movement technique)! Impossible, Feng Yang has reached this level."

Wang Shangren's eyes were filled with disbelief. He instantly understood that a vast chasm separated him and Feng Yang. One glance sent a shiver down his spine, paralyzing him.

"For the sake of Qingxuan Sect, I'll spare your life!"

Feng Yang suppressed his anger. With a raise of his hand, Wang Shangren felt a chill on his shoulder. Looking down, he discovered his right arm had been severed, turning into a mist of blood.

"Scram."

Feng Yang disappeared with Shen Yi in his arms, but his voice echoed in Wang Shangren's ears, spoken in a calm tone as if he had done something trivial. Wang Shangren felt bitter but helpless. He could only bow towards Ninghai City, deeply concealing his unwillingness and killing intent.

The news of Shen Yi's return caused quite a stir in Ninghai Immortal Academy. His exploits in the Grotto-Heaven Ruins, as described by Wu Liujian and others, had already spread far and wide.

Shen Yi opened his eyes and saw Wu Liujian standing before him, his excitement palpable.

"He's awake!"

Wu Liujian shouted, and Feng Yang appeared instantly.

"You're one lucky fellow. To survive such a severe injury! It's thanks to the Dean using many precious spiritual medicines with great reluctance that you were saved," Wu Liujian continued teasingly. "I saw how pained the Dean looked when he parted with those medicines, he almost cried."

Feng Yang shot him a glare, and Wu Liujian immediately shut his mouth, standing obediently to the side. "Other than being a bit weak, there are no serious injuries." Feng Yang examined him, a look of relief appearing on his face. He turned to leave, leaving time for these juniors. "I only took one arm from that old bastard. You'll have to take his life yourself. What happens in the Jianghu, stays in the Jianghu."

Shen Yi nodded gratefully, a desire for revenge igniting in his heart.

"Oh, and don't forget, you owe me compensation for the spirit herbs used to save you this time."

Shen Yi and the other were speechless. After chatting for a while longer, Wu Liujian remained silent for a long time before finally speaking again:

"Senior Sister Jiang waited for a long time after that, but still didn't see you. She decided to return to the Qianyuan Dynasty early to cultivate in seclusion. When she left, she left a message: She's waiting for you in Qianyuan Imperial Capital!"