The Young Emperors exhaled ragged breaths that had never once escaped their mouths since they began cultivating.
That fear, that trembling...
How far away were they?
Perhaps ten kilometers away, perhaps twenty... or even farther. But it still wasn't safe. To powerful people, a thousand kilometers could be crossed in an instant. Vast Horizon—no distance was truly far.
Gu Kai was the first to stop. His endurance was poor. Huiye Bairen came next... because he had already been injured and hadn't fully recovered. When Qiu Niang, the third to stop, had no choice but to halt as well, the Young Emperors finally began warily examining their surroundings.
No one spoke. There was only deathly silence.
"It seems... it really didn't follow us..."
Gu Kai had already collapsed onto the ground. Being forced to flee instead of draw left him more exhausted than the team battle at the end of the Purple Firmament Cup three years ago.
A dignified Young Emperor of the new generation was so exhausted he nearly vomited bile... Could anyone believe it? If he didn't have to maintain some semblance of dignity, Gu Kai would have thrown up right there.
"Who exactly was that person...? I feel like he's even more terrifying than Lord of Jiuli!" Yin Jiao took a deep breath and regulated his inner breath.
Back then, Chiyou had only knocked them all unconscious with a single punch, but they had at least still had one chance to strike. This time, their opponent had merely plucked a string.
Although sound attacks were even more impossible to trace...
"Qiu Niang, that guy plays the qin just like you..." Huiye Bairen simply sat down. "Did you figure out anything?"
Qiu Niang gave a bitter smile. "That wasn't any qin technique... That person had merely attached his thoughts