Relentless Pursuit

The leaning tree did not fall, its branches caught and propped up by other trees.

How could Yan Baoru let Niu Youdao escape? With a sweep of her sleeve, she scattered the exploding wood chips and shot forward in pursuit.

With his sword in hand, Niu Youdao hung in midair, his sword light twisting out streak after streak of sword qi as he slashed wildly at Yan Baoru.

Yan Baoru's great sleeves were like iron sleeves flowing through clouds. As they danced, they boomed apart the incoming sword qi or carried her sideways to evade the streaks that brushed past her.

Trees struck by the sword qi snapped apart with loud cracks.

The two darted and flashed through the forest, occasionally borrowing force from tree trunks in midair. Both came and went like shadows.

One pursued to kill; the other flew backward, slashing again and again to obstruct her.

In the midst of the chase, Yan Baoru suddenly kicked off a tree trunk and flashed sideways. The trunk she had stepped on was shredded to pieces by sword qi.

Crash! The purple crystal sphere she had been holding in one hand shattered across the ground.

After dodging aside and landing, Yan Baoru's body swayed. One hand braced against a nearby tree trunk while the other pressed against her chest. She had no time to care about those Spirit Seeds.

Niu Youdao, who had been evading her pursuit, also stopped running. He emerged from behind a tree ahead, blood at the corner of his mouth, his face expressionless and his sword held at an angle. Seeing Yan Baoru's condition, an indifferent sneer surfaced on his face.

He no longer fled, nor was he in any hurry to attack. He simply waited, intending to wear her down until she collapsed.

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