Another day passed. Xia Ping raced toward the edge of the central region, arriving at a plain. It looked like he would leave the central region before long.
Whoosh!
Just then, a spear shot toward him from the distance. It moved at incredible speed, tearing through the air with terrifying force as it hurtled toward Xia Ping.
"Hm?" Xia Ping sensed the threat. His hair stood on end, and he flashed aside like lightning, narrowly dodging it.
With a thud, the spear slammed into the ground in front of him, punching out a crater five meters across. Dirt flew everywhere, and terrible cracks spread across the earth.
The spear was embedded in the ground, its shaft still buzzing and trembling.
"You really are persistent."
Xia Ping stopped and narrowed his eyes. He sensed more than a dozen figures rapidly closing in from ahead. They appeared before him one by one, blocking his path.
Leading them was none other than Nie Zhen. The other thirteen were his lackeys. Every one of them had reached the First Heaven of Martial Master Realm, and they all glared at Xia Ping with murderous expressions.
"Wu Wudi, we finally caught up with you. Don't think you can escape."
"Hand over the Water of Life at once, or you won't make it out of here alive."
"If you know what's good for you, get on your knees and surrender. If you force us to act, you'll regret it."
"You're not getting away with us here."
"You slaughtered countless people in the Cloud Mist Mountain Range. That's a serious crime. Surrender at once."
The dozen or so students stared at Xia Ping, their bodies radiating a murderous aura. Like a pack of wolves, their eyes were bloodshot as they stated their intentions without a hint of restraint.