"Boom!" A colossal mountain drifting through the void was reduced to nothing beneath the violent force of thunder. Lu Xiaotian glanced behind him, his face dark with gloom. It had already been the fifth day since he began fleeing from the Demon Race. Those two Golden Immortal-level old monsters behind him were truly tenacious. They were actually willing to spend so much time and energy pursuing a junior at the Heavenly Immortal level.
If he had known they would be so troublesome, he would never have gone to spy on the Demon Race's camp. He shook his head and cast those useless thoughts to the back of his mind.
In truth, while Lu Xiaotian found them troublesome, Feng Qingye—who had originally intended merely to accompany Kun Shan on this trip—was also fuming behind him. If he had known things would turn out this way, he would never have waded into this mess. A mere Heavenly Immortal-level junior of the Dragon Race had led two Golden Immortal-level experts around by the nose for five straight days. If they turned back now, Feng Qingye feared he would become a laughingstock, and he could not afford to lose that much face. Even if they ultimately failed to capture the other party, at least they could teach him a lesson and make him pay a price. That would let them muddle through with some dignity, would it not? As for the situation now, even that was becoming too much of a stretch. Feng Qingye could not convince himself otherwise.
As for Kun Shan, dressed in purple robes, there was even less to say. His face was utterly black. He had remained hot on Lu Xiaotian's heels, and each of his attacks had been heavier than the last. Wherever he passed, stars shattered and mountains