After the pattern formed, Xuan Ao's figure slowly appeared in midair. Below him, Li Ao's corpse had already withered dry.
"Xuan Ao, so it was you—so it was you! Junior Brother Li Ao, wait for me. I'll avenge you. I'll personally cut off Xuan Ao's head and place it before you."
The young man looked at Li Ao, who had turned into a dried corpse, and gritted out each word. With this, even Li Ao's final wish after death had been destroyed. In the end, he could not even leave behind an intact corpse.
"That direction... Xuan Ao, wash your neck and wait for death. I'll make you repay this blood debt with blood."
The young man locked onto the direction Ye Lin had just departed in, then immediately charged after him.
He became a lingering shadow along the way, his exact position impossible to lock onto. He was incomparably fast, tens of millions of times faster than lightning.
"Hm? Someone's chasing me? A late-stage Mahayana powerhouse?"
On the other side, just as Ye Lin was preparing to leave, he suddenly sensed something and turned to look behind him. A streak of blood-red light was rapidly rushing toward him.
In an instant, it had arrived before him. Ye Lin threw a punch forward.
Light crisscrossed all around him. Ye Lin's robes billowed, his three thousand strands of hair fluttering wildly. The ground beneath his feet sank, yet his body did not sway in the slightest, like a divine pillar that steadied the sea.
Instead, the owner of that blood-red streak was swiftly forced backward, only coming to a gradual stop after retreating four or five steps.
He Weilan looked at the long blade in his hand, then at the utterly unmoving Xuan Ao in the distance, his face full of