From the moment Jiang Ping An entered the battlefield, there had not been a trace of wishful thinking in his heart.
He knew full well that as he continued launching sneak attacks in these chaotic waters, he could be discovered at any moment.
Therefore, he remained on high alert at all times.
Sure enough, before long, he sensed a powerful aura closing in on him.
Jiang Ping An did not choose to confront the other party head-on. Instead, he swiftly retreated, using the complex terrain of the seafloor to circle around.
The seafloor was dim, with undulating mountain ranges and crisscrossing Sea Trenches, making it ideal for retreating.
The person pursuing him was named Cong Rui. Only nineteen years old, he was the son of a God-level Expert. He had cultivated since childhood and followed pirates everywhere, burning, killing, and plundering, his vicious reputation spreading far and wide.
His combat strength was among the best of his level. Especially during these past few months of conflict with Kunpeng Island's magical artifacts, he had already slain a great many Profound Immortals, becoming famous in one stroke.
Having received his father's orders, Cong Rui came straight for Jiang Ping An at extreme speed, not the slightest bit inferior to those prodigies on Kunpeng Island who specialized in cultivating speed.
Although Jiang Ping An had long been prepared, he did not dare lower his guard in the slightest against Cong Rui's pursuit.
Cong Rui had initially thought Jiang Ping An wanted to lure him to an uninhabited place for a counterattack. Yet Jiang Ping An never stopped to strike back, only fled without pause.
After pursuing him for two hours, Cong Rui gradually lost his patience and became increasingly agitated.
"**Trash! What can you do besides run? If you've got the guts, stop