The Stone Mountain Secret Realm.
Wild winds churned, sweeping across the ground and making the untamed grass thrash and rustle.
Two figures raced across the open plain, one pursuing and the other fleeing, their passage through the air producing piercing whistles.
Yang Jing moved as lightly and swiftly as lightning, racing on the wind. Each step instantly closed a considerable distance as he employed Crossing the River, his movement technique incomparably swift.
He watched Qi Shaohu desperately fleeing ahead, panicked and bedraggled. His expression remained calm and indifferent throughout. There was neither impatience nor excitement in his eyes, only an icy resolve to kill.
His lips moved slightly, and a low, cold murmur drifted away on the wind. "You can't escape."
Had any seasoned martial artist passed this way and witnessed the scene, their eyes would surely have nearly fallen out in disbelief.
Qi Shaohu was a top True Qi Realm expert ranked fourth in the Stone Mountain Secret Realm, notorious for his savagery. Countless righteous experts and bold martial adventurers had died at his hands.
To many martial artists, Qi Shaohu was a supreme fiend who stood far above them, looked down on his peers, and struck terror into hearts at the mere mention of his name. Ordinary True Qi Realm martial artists could only retreat and flee upon encountering him. None dared face his edge head-on.
Yet now, this supreme True Qi Realm fiend who had terrorized an entire region and run rampant through the secret realm was being hunted down by a young man. He fled in disgrace, overwhelmed from start to finish and pressed at every step, having lost even the courage to fight back.
And at this very moment, that absurd yet real scene was unfolding across the wilderness.
A little over ten breaths later.