Escape from Certain Death, Reaping a Bargain

Song Zhong looked at Qu Fu, who seemed like the God of Slaughter himself, and decisively retreated to the cliff's edge at top speed.

Although Qu Fu's strength in the Qi Guiding Realm could not compare to Song Zhong's own strength in the Qi Transformation Realm, it was probably about equal to Ji Junxiao's strength in the Qi Transformation Realm.

Charging out would be courting death.

He might as well follow Gao Linsong's example and jump straight off the cliff.

Perhaps there was a river below, or plenty of large trees that could catch him.

Right, he had a rope.

Song Zhong's heart stirred, and he hurriedly took out the rope he had obtained from Jia Cunji's Universe Ring after killing him in the cave.

Before his eyes, Qu Fu had already charged up to him.

With no time to think, he flung the rope downward.

The rope itself had a fixed knot tied into it. The knot caught onto a protruding rock, and Song Zhong grabbed the rope and jumped down.

With a rope, at least he could reduce the height of his fall, couldn't he?

The instant he dropped, he clearly saw a cultivator in front of him get cleaved in two by Qu Fu's halberd. Crimson blood splashed all over his face.

The lingering force of that strike even sliced open his forehead.

The gap was too great.

Hm?

Something was wrong!

Song Zhong discovered in surprise that a dazzling light had appeared on the rope in his hand.

His spiritual energy naturally flowed into the rope as well.

This was...

A masterless Divine Weapon!

To claim a Divine Weapon, if it already had an owner, its owner had to die—or one's cultivation had to vastly surpass the owner's, allowing one to forcibly erase the mark on