Foundation Establishment Pursuit

"Chen Wu!"

A shrill cry rang out. Only now did Le Quan barely shake off Dragon Might's intimidation. Seeing Chen Wu dead, he was both shocked and enraged.

He had never imagined that a mere Rogue Cultivator could be so formidable—not only shattering the carefully laid killing trap in an instant, but even counter-killing one of them.

And that incomparably powerful fluctuation just now—why had it felt so familiar?

It was just like the person he had encountered during that trip to Soul-Swaying Valley over half a year ago.

"Your turn."

Xu Yuan turned his head and simultaneously reached out, recalling the top-grade flying sword that had flown out to block Le Quan's attack.

Over the past half year, he had also bestowed the [Extreme Shadow] attribute upon this flying sword. Its flight speed was now terrifying; even cultivators at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm could no longer keep up with it.

"You... you're that expert from Soul-Swaying Valley that day, the one who transformed into a dragon-man!"

His pupils contracted. Le Quan's heart and gall went cold, and all will to fight vanished. With a shriek, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood mist transformed into a savage ghostly head, howling as it pounced toward Xu Yuan.

Then, not daring to look at the result, he turned into a streak of dark light and fled for his life toward Ghost Wail Market!

He did not even dare launch another attack, seeking only to escape at the fastest possible speed.

But—

"Do you think you can leave?"

Xu Yuan's voice was icy. He did not give chase. Instead, he wielded the long spear in his hand like a javelin, pouring the boundless, terrifying power of spirit and martial fusion into it before hurling it