Aren't You Looking for Me?

Xiang Yuanming frantically drove the aura within his body, flying into the distance at top speed.

As he flew, he kept watch on the situation behind him.

Hmm?

Suddenly, his expression changed. The auras behind him... the disciples of his sect were all dead!

They had all been killed in such a short time?

"Trash! A bunch of worthless trash! Still, at this distance, so far away, he shouldn't be able to catch up anymore. No, that man is still chasing me! I refuse to believe that at this distance, he can still catch up!"

Xiang Yuanming turned back and fled forward at high speed.

Behind him, Song Zhong pursued closely.

Before long, the two of them had vanished from the sight of the other cultivators.

As he flew, Xiang Yuanming kept glancing back from time to time.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

Behind him, that unfamiliar cultivator had put away his longsaber. A pair of wings emerged from his back, and with a flap, his body shot forward at terrifying speed.

"Damn it, he even has winged Divine Weapons that increase his speed."

In his horror, Xiang Yuanming frantically circulated the spiritual energy within his body, trying to increase his speed further.

But his speed had already been pushed to its limit. He simply could not go any faster, and could only feel the aura behind him drawing closer and closer.

Suddenly, a terrifying peal of thunder rang out in the void. A violet-red bolt of lightning fell from the sky, smashing heavily toward his head.

Though the lightning had not been unleashed through a divine ability, it still gave the illusion of splitting the very void apart.

Streams of blood-colored energy surged from around Xiang Yuanming, converging into a massive shield before him.

Yet the instant the blood shield