Silver-Haired Young Girl—Luo Li!

Beyond the light gate.

Zhao Chen opened his eyes and looked at the vast forest before him, his expression calm.

There would not be much change in the Final Spiritual Road.

At most, there would be more High-Level Spirit Beasts.

There might even be Earth-Ranked Spirit Beasts, which were even more formidable than High-Level Spirit Beasts.

Compared to those, what Zhao Chen and the others who had emerged from the Life and Death Trial needed to watch out for were undoubtedly the top thirty from the other four Guardian Lands.

"Heading south, the final destination should be where the ultimate showdown of the Spiritual Road takes place."

Zhao Chen got his bearings. Wu Yingying, Song Yuqing, and the others were nowhere near him. His luck was not particularly good.

Still, with their Spirit Body cultivation, they should be fine as long as they remained cautious.

He headed south, weaving continuously through the dense forest.

Along the way, he encountered several Low-Level Spirit Beasts. He did not attack and simply passed them by.

"Hm?"

When Zhao Chen arrived at a clearing, he spotted a pool of blood beside a tree.

He stopped and examined it.

"It has not been long. The injured person should be nearby."

Zhao Chen was not sure whether they were one of his own.

He glanced around, then leaped onto the crown of a large tree.

There was another pool of blood on one of the branches.

"Sure enough, this is the direction."

He continued moving in that direction.

More blood appeared along the way, and it was fresher each time. He realized he would likely find the injured person soon.

If it was Wu Yingying or the others, he could lend them a hand.

If it was someone from another Guardian Land, he could at least learn about the situation nearby.

Only the Life and Death Trial in Zhao Chen's Guardian Land had begun the latest.

That meant the people from the other four Guardian Lands had likely already established themselves in the Final Spiritual Road.

He would not rashly make a move without first understanding the situation.

"Found them!"

From the treetop, Zhao Chen saw several figures in a clearing ahead, where many trees had fallen after a battle.

Among them was a slender young girl clutching her chest as she warily scanned her surroundings. She held a Dark Sword in her hand, its edge exceptionally sharp.

The young girl had silky silver hair like a cascading waterfall, flowing down from her shoulders to her waist.

Under the sunlight, it gleamed brilliantly.

"Luo Li!"

"Run, then! Keep running!"

"You killed four of our brothers. Now that you have been poisoned, you cannot run anymore, can you?!"

The five people surrounding her all let out sighs of relief.

There had originally been nine of them, and they had planned to surround and kill Luo Li, who was at the peak of the Third-Level Spirit Body.

They had never expected her to kill four of them instead.

They had only managed to catch up and surround her so completely, leaving her no chance of escape, after poisoning her!

"Now, you are dead for sure!"

"The Crimson Token and the Dark Sword will both be ours!"

Among the five, the blue-clad youth Zhao Tiandu held a Battle Blade and pointed it at the injured silver-haired young girl, Luo Li. He shouted coldly:

"Die!"

He immediately swung his blade toward Luo Li's shoulder.

"No need for words. Come at me!"

The silver-haired young girl Luo Li wiped the blood from the corner of her lips. The pitch-black sword in her hand flashed with sword blooms as it met the Battle Blade.

Clang!

The instant the weapons collided, she was sent flying and slammed heavily into a tree trunk.

"Mm..."

She let out a muffled groan, and another trickle of fresh blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The Dark Sword in her hand nearly slipped free.

"Luo Li!"

Seeing this, Zhao Tiandu, who possessed Third-Level Spirit Body cultivation, smiled cruelly.

"Now, you are dead for sure!"

He swung his Battle Blade again, slashing at her delicate, fair neck!

The silver-haired young girl Luo Li had clearly lost the strength to fight. All she could do was hold the Dark Sword in front of herself.

But how could she possibly block it?

The force alone would be enough to kill her!

Clang!

Just as Zhao Tiandu and the others believed this strike would finish Luo Li, a pitch-black longsword marked with crimson patterns appeared before their eyes and blocked the Battle Blade.

"Who are you? You have some nerve, daring to oppose us!"

When Zhao Tiandu saw Zhao Chen dressed in black, he immediately shouted in rage.

He had been just a fraction away from killing Luo Li.

Yet some ignorant brat had suddenly appeared, leaving him utterly furious.

The force behind his Battle Blade abruptly increased.

He wanted to see how long Zhao Chen could hold on!

"Heh."

Seeing that his opponent still intended to press the attack, Zhao Chen sneered. The Asura Sword in his hand easily knocked away the heavy Battle Blade.

Along with it, Zhao Tiandu, who had not reacted in time, was sent crashing viciously into the clearing.

"Boss!"

"Are you all right?!"

The other four youths' expressions changed drastically when they saw Zhao Tiandu get sent flying. They hurried over to help him up.

Zhao Chen merely watched their actions with a calm expression and did not seize the chance to act.

"Which Guardian Land are you from?"

Faced with Zhao Chen's question, Zhao Tiandu finally caught his breath. With the support of those beside him, he rose to his feet.

He immediately snapped, "You brat, you do not even know our Brother Ji Xuan, yet you dare attack us? You are courting death!"

"Do you believe that if Brother Ji Xuan makes a move, he can turn you into a little shrimp and crush you with ease?!"

Zhao Tiandu was somewhat wary. The first time could be explained away as him being caught unprepared.

But during his second attack, he had not held back at all.

Yet he had been effortlessly sent flying in an instant. Such strength was absolutely not something a person who had just entered the Third-Level Spirit Body could possess!

"Ji Xuan?"

Zhao Chen smiled and said, "The Ji Xuan preselected by the Saint Spiritual Academy, ranked first among the Five Great Academies? The top-ranked person of some Guardian Land? Interesting."

Come to think of it, he had killed someone preselected by the Saint Spiritual Academy before.

If he remembered correctly, that person had been called Ge Hai.

And that was all there was to him.

"Do you have any last words?"

Just as Zhao Tiandu thought Zhao Chen feared Ji Xuan's name and was about to continue berating him, they heard Zhao Chen say those words.

Everyone revealed shocked expressions.

"You bastard, do you know how powerful Brother Ji Xuan, who was preselected by the Saint Spiritual Academy, is?!"

"If you dare kill us, you will become Brother Ji Xuan's enemy. He will definitely bury you!"

"There are five of us and only one of you. You think you can kill us? Dream on!"

"Playing the hero to save a beauty—do you think Luo Li will thank you for it?!"

"How ridiculous. You are definitely going to die next!"

Faced with Zhao Tiandu and the others' furious shouts, Zhao Chen's expression did not change. He slowly raised the Asura Sword in his hand.

The crimson sword light upon it was especially conspicuous.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly as he said coldly:

"Your time for last words is over. I will send you on your way!"