Ao Kun frowned.
That tail behind him was such a nuisance. He just couldn't shake it.
Was this guy's head screwed on wrong?
Since rising to prominence in the Immortal Realm, he'd rarely found himself this badly cornered. The last time was probably when Hua Linfeng had hunted him through the Immortal Realm. But Qiu Ran was even more annoying than Hua Linfeng.
When Hua Linfeng got angry, he went straight for the kill.
Not Qiu Ran. If you suited his tastes, he insisted you follow the path he'd imagined for you—and only then would he kill you.
If Qiu Ran had been willing to fight back, Ao Kun would have already risked everything. Why else would he have run for so long?
At the Immortal Emperor Realm, no one—not even him—feared death. Life-or-death combat was perfectly normal.
But Qiu Ran's mind worked in strange ways. He simply wouldn't take the bait.
"What's the use of running so fast? Why don't we walk side by side, share some tea and a good chat, and for now become kindred spirits who understand each other's Dao?" Qiu Ran followed behind Ao Kun at an unhurried pace, grinning.
Ao Kun said nothing and kept moving forward.
"You're a stubborn one. You know you can't get away... Hmm?"
Before Qiu Ran could finish speaking, he sensed a terrifying aura suddenly appear in the distance and head straight toward them.
Ao Kun sensed it too and looked over.
Rumble—
The distant land was shrouded in nine-colored mist. The sky, the void, space and time, the cosmos—everything was illuminated in nine colors. An aura so immense it seemed to span heaven and earth soared upward, pressing down over Qiu Ran and Ao Kun.
The Origin Immortal Palace Heir approached step by step. The Great Dao resonated