Ling Tian's movement technique was peerless. He was even faster than ordinary cultivators in the middle or late stages of the Composite Stage. If he transformed into an arrow, his speed would increase drastically; he was confident he could escape safely from anyone below the Mahayana Stage. What's more, with Little Zhu, a savage beast in the late tribulation stage, around, his safety was well assured.
Though he wasn't afraid of the people fighting, Ling Tian did fear trouble. He was heading to the Human Race now and would rather avoid unnecessary complications. After all, reclaiming the plaque of Lingxiao Pavilion was already enough to give him a headache.
"Heh, even if you're afraid of trouble and want to avoid it, I'm afraid it's already too late." Po Qiong's tone held a hint of schadenfreude. "The people fighting are already coming this way. They're all pretty strong, and they probably noticed you when Little Shi howled earlier, too."
"If they noticed me, then so be it." Ling Tian sounded slightly helpless. He watched the approaching figures grow clearer, then his expression shifted, his gaze turning several shades more ruthless. "Hmph. If they don't provoke me, fine. Otherwise, they can't blame me for showing no mercy."
As they spoke, the fighters had come within a few miles of Ling Tian. He could now make out their appearance. There were roughly twenty or thirty of them, divided into three groups. The smallest group consisted of just two people, a man and a woman. The other two groups each had more than ten people, and were about the same size.
"Eh? Three groups, with two of them chasing that man and woman in front." Po Qiong gave a surprised murmur, his tone full of confusion. "That's strange. The pursuers are split into two