"You think you can scare me? You're not getting away!"
Gongshu Ye swung his fists in fury, smashing two of Jiang Ping An's clones.
He wasted no time. Tearing open space, he raced back at full speed.
"That damned Jiang Ping An can't have gone far! He must be hiding where he was just now!"
Gongshu Ye claimed he wasn't afraid, but panic had already begun to set in.
The Holy Land's rules were exceedingly strict. Assassinating a disciple on a mission without cause meant imprisonment in the Starry Sky Prison at the very least, with no hope of ever coming out.
In severe cases, the offender would be executed outright!
If word of this reached the Holy Land, his days cultivating there would be all but over.
He had to find Jiang Ping An and kill him before he could return to the Holy Land!
Before setting out to hunt Jiang Ping An, Gongshu Ye had never imagined that personally pursuing a Middle-Rank Lord God could be this difficult.
He finally realized the disciples he had sent earlier weren't fools. Jiang Ping An was simply too cunning and too devious.
Before long, Gongshu Ye returned to the place where Jiang Ping An had hidden.
After a careful search, he detected faint traces left by Jiang Ping An and the Flying Feather Wings.
Those traces extended downward through the Purple Liquid Flame.
He followed them deeper.
As he descended, the Purple Liquid Flame grew fiercer. Blisters kept rising on Gongshu Ye's skin, and he could barely open his eyes.
He could only release his Divine Sense to search for Jiang Ping An.
After descending an unknown distance, he finally spotted Jiang Ping An.
Jiang Ping An's Blood Qi was exhausted. He could no longer use the Flying Feather Wings.
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