Perfection, Peak Realm

Blocked by the suddenly appearing Lu Chong, the Great Saint carrying a Dao Seed had no desire to get entangled in battle. After a fierce but hollow shout, he turned and fled.

To him, this was actually the best choice.

If this unfamiliar Great Saint managed to hold him up, he would very likely be surrounded once more.

But if he simply fled, then with his current condition and speed, he could likely shake off the pursuers outright.

Besides, he could use this chance to probe Lu Chong's true strength.

"Pretty mischievous, aren't you?" Lu Chong muttered. His speed surged as he transformed into a streak of light and gave chase.

In terms of speed, he was now not even inferior to any Great Saint at the peak of Perfection. How could this man possibly escape him so easily?

Before he had even drawn near, Lu Chong swung the Formless Universe Staff in his hand. The black staff stretched several li, smashing down without any flourish toward the fleeing Great Saint ahead.

"So strong!"

Feeling the threatening blow behind him, the Great Saint's heart pounded wildly.

He realized that no matter what, he could not evade this strike. If he did not turn back and counterattack, he feared he would lose his life.

Boom!

The spear he had long been gathering power in suddenly swept upward and smashed down, like a lance thrust backward from the saddle, striking Lu Chong's Universe Staff head-on.

But immediately afterward, his expression changed completely.

Even his full-force spear strike could not withstand Lu Chong's blow, and it shattered from the impact.

Meanwhile, the black staff descending from the heavens still carried lingering force, smashing down upon the Great Saint's head with unstoppable momentum.

This Great Saint could not remember how many years it had