Zhang Chu turned at the sound. About three miles to the southeast, several figures were rushing this way.
"Is that him?" Zhang Chu looked at the approaching man.
He recognized the middle-aged man being hunted down in front—the Sect Master of Southern Border's Heavenly Saber Sect, Lei Potian of the Dark Strength Realm, whom he had parted with only recently at Sword Forging Manor!
How had he ended up being hunted in Southern Border?
The sounds of fighting drew closer, mixed with furious roars and agonized screams. Someone was shouting, "Sect Master, run!"
"Pfft!"
A muffled thud rang out, and the scream cut off abruptly.
Lei Potian, drenched in blood, felt as though his heart were bleeding. He staggered as he fled, a broken saber clutched in his hand.
Three men in black pursued him. Each had a cold, sinister aura and carried a longsword whose tips dripped with blood.
"Struggling is useless!"
"You will not leave Southern Border alive!"
The leader's voice was icy. His longsword gleamed with a chilling light, and his cultivation had already reached the limit of the Dark Strength Realm!
Lei Potian clenched his teeth and tried to keep running, but his steps grew slower and slower. A sword wound deep enough to expose bone ran across his back, scattering more than half his strength.
"Thud!" In the end, unable to sustain himself, Lei Potian's legs gave out. He dropped to one knee, bracing himself with his broken saber.
He struggled to rise, but his legs had no strength left. Sword light flashed before him, already thrusting toward him!
Just then, a figure flickered past.
"Slash!!"
It was as if a storm of golden blades had swept through. Before the three men in black could even react, they turned into pools of blood.
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