Taishu Shancheng conjured two enormous hammers out of thin air, swinging them with thunderous force, carrying the aura of slaying gods that stood in his way and slaughtering Buddhas that blocked his path. For a time, no one could stop him.
Booms rang out in succession as five or six people were blasted flying by the hammer shadows. Surrounded and attacked from all sides, Taishu Shancheng had actually torn open a gap and fought his way out.
The members of the various sects were secretly alarmed—not by Taishu Shancheng's strength, but by the audacity he had shown in daring to pit himself against Misty Pavilion.
This all but confirmed everyone's suspicion that Taishu Shancheng truly had committed a violation.
"Trying to run?" Ding Wei sneered. "Take him down, dead or alive!"
Taishu Shancheng had already broken through the encirclement atop the mountain and was speeding away. Behind him, a group from Misty Pavilion gave chase, bent on killing him.
"Screech!" A large flying bird soared into the air.
Eight more immediately took flight. Huang Ban personally led the pursuit, carrying people in the direction Taishu Shancheng had fled.
Standing high up, Xuan Yao looked into the distance and saw people pursuing Taishu Shancheng from behind, while airborne birds carrying riders kept their eyes fixed upon him. No matter where Taishu Shancheng fled, a group of people remained locked onto him, pursuing and trying to kill him without pause.
Ding Wei remained unmoved by the pursuit. He did not even spare it another glance, instead fixing his gaze on Taishu Xun and Taishu Li.
The two Artifact Cloud Sect disciples wore tortured expressions. Having betrayed Taishu Shancheng, they were filled with guilt. Taishu Shancheng was not only an Elder of their sect, but also of their uncles' generation. How could they