The rest of the Green Ravine Sect had yet to figure out what was happening when they saw Sect Master Yuan Qing Li seize someone and turn to run.
Some of the quicker-witted ones immediately followed, shooting into the sky and flying off the planet.
But most lacked the cultivation to fly into space and could only flee futilely into the distance.
At Lu Sheng's original position, a pale gray sphere was continuously expanding. Something within it seemed to be frantically swelling outward. In the blink of an eye, it grew from the size of a basketball to that of a bathtub.
Hiss.
Suddenly, a slit tore open across the center of the sphere.
Boom!!! Countless blade fragments erupted from within. Sharp metallic shards sprayed forward in a fan shape at speeds far faster than bullets.
A streak of red light suddenly shot out and gave chase in the direction Yuan Qing Li was fleeing.
Lu Sheng had naturally expected Yuan Qing Li to run. Most experts at this level possessed a wondrous, intangible sense of foreboding. Those who cultivated particular techniques were especially keenly attuned to such sensations.
There were, after all, very few people as confident as the Wind Transformation Sect Master. He had thought that with an old man backing him up, he could do whatever he pleased. Unfortunately, the outcome was completely different from what he had imagined.
Yuan Qing Li's decisive choice to migrate the main planet, as well as her immediate flight when she realized she could not defeat him, despite being utterly devoid of a sect master's bearing, had both stemmed from this.
She had sensed that things might go badly for her, so she had made preparations for the worst at the first opportunity.
They had exchanged only a few moves before