Everyone saw Mo Qiong shoot away alone. He planted one foot against a tree, kicked off hard, and shot several meters farther.
He repeatedly stepped off the trees as he raced through the forest. After charging dozens of meters, someone noticed that his figure seemed to have suddenly shrunk.
His speed increased even more. Every step made branches crack, while his body whipped through the air like a cannonball, roaring as it vanished from sight in an instant.
Ghost of Mount Tai sprinted madly onward. After running more than a thousand meters, it burst from the forest like a mountain being uprooted and trees being toppled, arriving before a hillside. Row upon row of detached brick houses stood on the slope—a modern village.
"Whoosh, crack, whoosh, crack!" The sounds of rushing air and splintering trees continued behind it. It knew someone was chasing it, and the sounds were drawing closer and closer. Its pursuer was much faster.
"Persistent little pest!" Realizing that the other party had caught up, it glared back viciously.
A petite figure burst from the woods with a crash, sending a mass of branches and leaves flying.
The figure was like a swallow in flight. With a whoosh, it swept over its head and smashed an Alloy Sword into the back of its neck.
"It's you again... Who are you?" Seeing the sword, which had almost been blunted into an alloy steel club, Ghost of Mount Tai assumed it was Mo Qiong again. But when it looked closer, it found a little girl instead.
Ghost of Mount Tai stared in astonishment as the little girl came hurtling over like a cannonball. Riding the momentum of her charge, she brought the sword down with tremendous force, smashing its head sharply downward.
Just like that, it lost its balance