Leaving

"Can't you show a little consideration for me?" An Changyan asked, sounding dissatisfied.

Chen Beixun lowered his gaze, sweeping a glance at the Shadow Void Disk beneath the other's feet.

"What is it?" An Changyan wobbled on the Shadow Void Disk as she drifted over to Chen Beixun.

"What's the matter? Are you eyeing this Shadow Void Disk?" she laughed.

Chen Beixun said nothing, merely patting her head before turning to continue along their original path. An Changyan followed behind, watching his back with a shy smile.

Suddenly, a white speck of light struck out at high speed.

An Changyan reacted quickly, dodging instantly; the white light blade grazed the tip of her nose, curved through the air, and attacked again.

"What is that!" An Changyan exclaimed in shock. Several small swords flew out from the Yan God Weapon behind her, forming three golden phantom swords to block the attack.

A massive collision boomed through the space.

BOOM!

Chen Beixun appeared beside An Changyan, pulling and dragging her behind him. Seeing that she was temporarily out of danger, he let himself go all out.

Under his control, 81 small white swords formed nine long swords, blasting toward the speck of light.

BANG!

A brilliant white radiance erupted, and white mist condensed in the space.

"Gold Silver Flying Blades?" Chen Beixun looked at the silver arc-shaped blade, now severed into two pieces by the nine long swords.

The Gold Silver Flying Blades were a third-tier telekinetic weapon; Chen Beixun had used them before, so he recognized them.

Suddenly, a wave of intense unease washed over him. He twisted his body violently, flying toward An Changyan with all his might.

He extended his hand, wearing the World Ring, and pulled An Changyan into it.

With An Changyan gone, the three golden phantom swords fell to the ground as if they had lost their weight.

BOOM!

A golden light blade streaked rapidly through the spot where An Changyan had just been standing.

The time gap between the two events was less than 0.1 seconds.

"Whew!" Chen Beixun let out a sharp breath. Behind him, the two halves of the silver arc-shaped blade merged back together and moved in an instant.

Chen Beixun simply tilted his head to one side, dodging the attack of the silver arc-shaped blade.

The silver arc-shaped blade did not stop after its failed attack; the light blade flew toward another light blade.

One gold, one silver, they chased each other, circling around Chen Beixun.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Chen Beixun counted silently. When he reached "one," his figure flashed, splitting into a thousand silhouettes to evade the attack.

He was far too familiar with this telekinetic weapon; he could predict the next attack even with his eyes closed.

"These Gold Silver Flying Blades are good, but there is always a tiny gap when they merge for an attack." Chen Beixun's eyes turned cold. His thousand silhouettes merged into one, and he stomped hard on the Gold Cloud Shuttle.

In an instant, Chen Beixun shot out like a golden ray of light, the sudden burst of air pressure forming a tornado.

His figure darted back and forth through the space like a phantom.

"Found you!" Chen Beixun felt a resistance in his telekinesis and was overjoyed, immediately leaping off the Gold Cloud Shuttle.

As his feet hit the ground, he exerted force, his body becoming like a thunderbolt piercing the sky.

"So fast!" The person who had ambushed them was terrified. The attacker was a man clad in alloy armor.

"Stop him!" The man desperately controlled the Gold Silver Flying Blades to fly back, his body leaning backward as he collapsed onto a telekinetic flying weapon that appeared out of thin air.

Hearing the shrill whistle approaching from behind, Chen Beixun timed it perfectly, dropping his body into a slide to avoid the incoming Gold Silver Flying Blades.

The Gold Silver Flying Blades whistled over his head, and the Heng Divine Weapon behind him vanished.

The Heng Divine Weapon was too long, so he had stowed it in his spatial ring while dodging the attack.

A long blade appeared in Chen Beixun's right hand out of thin air, while his left hand pressed against the ground to stop his slide, using it as a pivot to leap up.

"Hoo—" Chen Beixun exhaled. The Heng Divine Weapon reappeared behind him. He gripped the long blade in a reverse hold and threw it with all his might.

The long blade pierced through the air with a white, icy aura, leaving a long trail of white mist in its wake.

Watching the blade close the distance in the blink of an eye, the man did not hesitate, maneuvering his telekinetic flying weapon to fly to the right.

SWISH!

The long blade was simply too fast.

A wet thud sounded.

The long blade plunged straight into the man's chest.

Chen Beixun watched the scene, several small white swords emerging from behind him to form three white long swords.

"Don't!" the man pleaded via telepathic transmission.

Chen Beixun's gaze was icy and cold. In an instant, he appeared before the man, pressing the Heng Divine Weapon against his throat as he demanded, "Have you seen this person?!"

A projection of a person's photograph appeared on Chen Beixun's arm.

"I have!" the man groaned in agony, struggling to get the words out.

He understood that the man before him could kill him in a heartbeat, so he had to treat a dead horse as if it were still alive!

"Do not resist!" Chen Beixun's eyes sharpened as he unleashed a soul-searching technique.

A Formless force invaded the man's sea of consciousness, only to be suddenly blocked by something.

"I told you! Do not resist!" Chen Beixun was filled with rage. He retracted the projection, reached for the hilt of his blade, gripped it tight, and then gave it a violent twist!

"Ah!" The sudden, intense agony drove the man to scream like a madman.

"Just give me a quick death!" the man roared, warm blood spraying continuously from his chest.

It splattered across Chen Beixun's face.

"Heh, you won't die, trust me!" Chen Beixun's hand, still gripping the hilt, twisted it once more.

"No! I really don't know!" the man shrieked in a breakdown.

Chen Beixun smiled and said, "No! No! You definitely know!"

Rotate, horizontal, vertical, up, and down.

Fearing the man might expire, Chen Beixun kept pouring Healing Potions into him.

The wailing shook the heavens!

"Do you know now?" Chen Beixun asked.

"I know, I know, just give me a quick death!" the man begged, completely broken.

"No, you still don't know." Chen Beixun smiled.

"Don't! Don't! I really don't know!" the man screamed until his vocal cords tore, saliva and blood spraying from his mouth.

Puchi—

"If you don't know, why did you say you did?" Chen Beixun pulled the long blade from his chest and finished him off with a single strike.

Having dealt with the enemy, Chen Beixun did not linger; he gathered the spoils and left the area rapidly.

Beneath a collapsed stone pillar, Chen Beixun leaned against a white rock, quietly stroking An Changyan as she lay in his arms.

"That was so dangerous just now!" Recalling the scene of the battle, An Changyan couldn't help but shudder.

"What level was that guy?" she suddenly asked, her voice filled with curiosity as she gazed at him with expectant eyes.

"A Universe Level 6 Controller with decent strength; I'd estimate he could rival a Universe Level 9 powerhouse," Chen Beixun replied.

"That's quite strong then!" An Changyan said, somewhat surprised. "It's usually hard for a Universe Level 8 to fight a Universe Level 9, yet he could actually rival one."

"But, he's not as strong as you! So, I want to reward you..." An Changyan sat up, her gaze burning, her delicate body trembling slightly.

"Can we... look at where we are first?" Chen Beixun said with an awkward laugh.

"Mm... when we... go back, then," An Changyan said with a soft, coquettish hum.

"Really, don't be like this." Chen Beixun tapped her on the head and then fell into a post-battle review.

"That guy's realm was too low, which is why I let my guard down."

"Next time, I'll be more cautious—even a dog passing by will get two slaps for good measure!"