Yang Jing stood alone in the courtyard.
Qi Shaohu was a top-tier true qi realm Demon Cultivator ranked fourth in the Stone Mountain Secret Realm. With his profound foundations and swift movement techniques, allowing him to escape and hide in the shadows would surely leave a grave threat.
He had to pursue him swiftly before he escaped too far, cut him down once and for all, and uproot any future trouble!
His mind made up, Yang Jing moved, immediately unleashing Crossing the River beneath his feet. Light and swift, he swept out of the blood-soaked courtyard and charged straight out of the Demon Cult stronghold.
As for the panicked lower-realm Demon Cultivators inside, he was in no hurry to eradicate them all. Qi Shaohu remained his foremost target.
Outside the stronghold, fierce winds swept the wilderness, yellow sand swirled, and dry grass rustled beneath a vast, unobstructed horizon.
Following the escape route he had detected earlier, Yang Jing raced at full speed, charging upon the wind.
Chasing wind and shadow, he sped dozens of li. Not long after leaving the Demon Cult stronghold, a party with steady auras appeared at the far edge of the wilderness ahead.
His gaze sharpened slightly. Looking into the distance through the haze of windblown sand, he made out their clothing and familiar figures.
The steadily advancing party was none other than the elders and stewards of his own Profound Truth Sect.
Yang Jing flashed forward, becoming a light, swift figure that skimmed over the wilderness.
His robes fluttered in the wind, his movements flowing like clouds and water. Within a few breaths, he crossed dozens of yards and rapidly closed in on his sect's party.
Meanwhile, the advancing elders and stewards of the Profound Truth Sect also spotted the figure racing toward them.
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