Before, his cultivation had been too low and his strength insufficient; faced with these people's pursuit, he could only flee as best he could and preserve himself. Now that he had enough power to strike back, naturally, debts of blood had to be paid in blood, and grudges repaid in kind.
He turned his head to look. The surviving Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators had already fled until not a single one remained; even Xia Liang was left with only his retreating back.
He was clever, at least, knowing to flee in the direction of Heaven's Mystery Merchant Guild. It seemed he understood one thing clearly: only by escaping back into Heaven's Mystery Merchant Guild would he have a chance to live.
The previous two times, Lu Ye had made that choice while being hunted. Now the wheel of fortune had turned, and Xia Liang had made the same choice. It had to be said—this was the height of irony.
Lu Ye was in no hurry to chase him down. Instead, he descended and gathered up his spoils.
A Cloud River Realm cultivator's wealth was not small, especially since more than a hundred Cloud River Realm cultivators had died at Lu Ye's hands this time. Even if he did not lack cultivation resources, he could not let them go to waste like this.
Only a moment later did he shoot into the sky again, pursuing back along the path they had come.
Far ahead, Xia Liang fled with all his might, his heart filled with bleakness.
Earlier, in the restaurant, he had told Tan Sheng that this might be their last chance, because Lu Ye's strength was rising too quickly. If they failed this time, then the next time they met, they might no longer be Lu Ye's match.
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