Luo Feng wondered if he had used up all his luck at his fourth sister's restaurant. Ever since entering Garden Space, one wave of pursuers after another had come after him without a break. The Dark Cloud Shuttle beneath his feet was practically smoking from how fast it was flying.
A World Lord was hot on his heels. "Kid, stop running. For the few hours that remain, you'll only run into opponents stronger than me. You're just a Universe Level runt—why not hand over your medal to me? We can still be friends. Isn't that the sensible thing to do?"
Luo Feng ignored him, grateful that his understanding of the Law of Space had improved so quickly over the past two years. His movement speed was barely enough to keep ahead of the World Lord, which was how he'd managed to lead him on this long.
But he couldn't keep this up forever. He still had no way to kill a World Lord, and technological weapons weren't allowed here. What a headache. Was he really going to spend his first Tianyuan Assembly running for his life the whole time?
The two chased each other across the barren desert, carving a long trail of turbulence through the air. Suddenly, everything went black before Luo Feng's eyes. He felt as if he'd slammed into a fast-moving meteorite and was sent flying. The Mo Yun Vine, which had transformed into armor, shattered into countless pieces.
The pursuing World Lord's eyes lit up. Seizing the opportunity, he raised his spear and thrust it toward Luo Feng as he flew backward. With a sharp rip, the blood-red spear ran Luo Feng through. His internal organs were displaced, and fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Ignoring the pain, he grabbed the spearhead protruding