Talismans, Five Hundred Li!

At those words, Wei Xuanfeng's instincts screamed a frantic warning.

Even when facing that enormous Xuanlan Wolf Demon, he had never sensed danger of this intensity!

He had no time to worry about the oddness in the other man's words. Holding to the belief that one must never die from talking too much, he acted at once.

"Heaven-toppling blade, earth-rending thirds."

The fourth stance of the Grand Ancestor Saber Technique—Splitting Mount Hua!

Wei Xuanfeng sprang into the air, raised his saber overhead with both hands, and brought it crashing down with the force of thunder!

Yet just as he was about to cleave his opponent in two, Wei Zhaoting's body suddenly twisted in an inhuman manner.

Then, with an effortless carp flip, he planted his heel on the ground.

The next instant, Wei Zhaoting drifted three zhang away like a falling leaf.

That feeling again. Wei Xuanfeng cautiously refrained from pursuing him, instead taking the opening stance of Iron Chains Across the River and holding his embroidered spring saber before his chest.

When he had ambushed Wei Zhaoting with a dagger before, the man had used this same bizarre movement technique to evade that fatal strike.

And now, it was the same again!

Combined with his instincts sounding the alarm like mad, Wei Xuanfeng was beginning to think of retreating...

"Young friend, your saber technique is quite good!" Wei Zhaoting said.

But strangely, that voice sounded like it belonged to a venerable old man...

"Playing tricks with gods and ghosts!" Wei Xuanfeng narrowed his eyes, staring at him with utmost vigilance.

"Young friend, relax. Think carefully—there is no great enmity between you and me. Why not let it go? We can find a place, raise our cups and trade drinks. What a delight that would be!"

As Wei Zhaoting spoke, his face actually carried a hint of benevolence.

"Other grudges can be discussed, but the hatred of having one's wife stolen..." Wei Xuanfeng snorted coldly. "Wei Zhaoting, I gave you a chance. You were the one who provoked me first! Today, only one of us is destined to walk away alive!"

"Young friend, what if I told you that the Wei Zhaoting you knew has already scattered soul and spirit. Would you... believe me?" Wei Zhaoting said.

Wei Xuanfeng sized him up from head to toe.

The man's bearing had abruptly changed.

It was clearly still the same face, the same build.

Yet he now carried the aura of a powerhouse long accustomed to high position.

Could he also be...

Because Wei Xuanfeng himself had experienced transmigration, he believed those words to some extent.

"Then let me ask you: when the coefficient changes, the even term remains unchanged. What comes next?" Wei Xuanfeng asked.

"Hm? What chicken, what lotus root? Are those dish names, young friend?" Wei Zhaoting asked with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, nothing. Just a catchy saying from my hometown..." Wei Xuanfeng took two steps back, cupped his hands, and smiled. "Since Wei Zhaoting has already scattered soul and spirit, then you and I truly have no death feud. So... farewell!"

"Very well. This old man happens to be entangled in trivial affairs. Travel safely, young friend. Someday, this old man will surely seek you out." Wei Zhaoting smiled as he waved.

That movement, that posture, that expression...

He looked exactly like a grandfather seeing his grandson off on a long journey...

"Fuck..." After turning around and taking two steps, Wei Xuanfeng cursed with a grin. Then he reached for his collar. "I nearly fell for it. Good thing I graduated middle school! Fuck your mother—today I'm cutting you to pieces, you dog-fucking bastard!"

As he spoke, he squeezed the Strength Pill from his collar straight into his mouth.

When he had rescued Wen Shihan, he had used half of it.

The remaining half was what he had saved for protecting his life.

Even when those four men had besieged him and the situation had been critical, Wei Xuanfeng had been reluctant to consume it.

But now...

Wei Zhaoting's situation was simply too bizarre. His instincts would not deceive him!

So Wei Xuanfeng had played a psychological trick. If this guy refused to let him leave, he would immediately use Five Hundred Li Armored Horse together with One Reed Crossing River to escape.

But if this guy let him leave...

"Within arm's reach lies the end of the earth."

Wei Xuanfeng lowered his stance into a bow step and thrust his blade straight out. He moved so fast that the saber arrived before the sound of its edge.

The sixth stance of the Grand Ancestor Saber Technique: Near Yet Far.

This move was incomparably swift, a formation-breaking move within the saber technique. It was a lunging thrust, like a charge across a thousand li.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Xuanfeng's saber tip appeared three inches before Wei Zhaoting's face.

But Wei Xuanfeng did not see the slightest panic on his opponent's face...

The man merely shifted half an inch to the side, and the saber tip grazed past his chest.

So close...

When that slash missed, Wei Xuanfeng immediately changed his move.

With a flick of his wrist, he slashed sideways.

Yet to his surprise, the other man dodged aside, and his blade still missed by a hair.

Wei Xuanfeng refused to believe it and swung faster and faster.

But...

Every strike missed by a hair...

The longer Wei Xuanfeng fought, the more alarmed he became. One near miss could be blamed on luck, but every single strike missing by a hair...

That could only mean the other man's eyesight and movement techniques surpassed his own!

"As expected of the man I had my eye on—ruthless, and you even know to uproot the grass and eliminate the roots." Wei Zhaoting remained calm and unruffled amid the flashing blade light. "Young friend, how about we stop here? This old man truly cannot bear to hurt you!"

"Can't bear to, or aren't you capable of it?" Wei Xuanfeng panted heavily, sheathing his blade and taking a step back. "I don't know how you made Wei Zhaoting's soul scatter and vanish, but at the very least, his body has reached its limit! No matter how seasoned you are, even if I have to wear you down to death today, I will!"

Wei Xuanfeng's eye was viciously sharp. Though the other man's movement technique was graceful and drifting, he had always been dancing on the edge of the blade.

Wei Xuanfeng could make countless mistakes, but his opponent could not afford even one!

Having fought to this point, Wei Xuanfeng was certain that the other man had absolutely no strength left to counterattack. Otherwise, he would have died long ago!

With Heaven's Motion and the Great Strength Pill bolstering him, Wei Xuanfeng firmly believed he would not lose!

"Young friend, your eye truly is sharp." Wei Zhaoting smiled. "If I were to make a move, it would take at least ten exchanges to take you down. But this body is already nearing its limit... It seems I am destined to cut a sorry figure today..."

Before his words had even faded, Wei Zhaoting turned and ran.

After several flickers, his figure vanished into the mountain forest.

"Trying to run?" Seeing this, Wei Xuanfeng immediately gave chase.

Yet he had no idea what movement technique the other man was using. Even with Wei Xuanfeng pushing himself to the utmost, they remained roughly fifty meters apart.

"Young friend, if you keep chasing, you'll be in danger."

Wei Zhaoting's voice drifted back lazily.

Wei Xuanfeng did not answer. Taking advantage of the moment the man spoke, he swiftly closed another ten meters.

"Ah, young people really won't give up until they crash into the southern wall." Wei Zhaoting sighed, then opened his mouth again.

But this time, what came out was not human speech.

It was a wolf howl!

As his howl rang out, countless wolf howls immediately erupted at the border between Wumeng Mountain and White Lotus Mountain!

Wei Xuanfeng's expression changed drastically, because those howls were far too close to him.

Given the speed of the Xuanlan Wolf Demons...

Sure enough, in the next moment, heavy footsteps sounded from the brambles around Wei Xuanfeng.

Xuanlan Wolf Demons emerged from the shadows one after another.

Meanwhile, Wei Zhaoting, standing some distance away, still wore a confident, composed smile.

The look Wei Zhaoting gave Wei Xuanfeng seemed to say: See? I told you, but you wouldn't listen...

Then he howled again and raised a finger to point at Wei Xuanfeng.

The next moment, every Xuanlan Wolf Demon turned to look at Wei Xuanfeng.

Stared down by so many wolf demons, even Wei Xuanfeng could not help his legs going weak.

But he was a mercenary. The more perilous the situation, the faster he reacted!

Without hesitation, Wei Xuanfeng immediately turned and unleashed the One Reed Crossing River movement technique.

He leaped onto the treetops and fled toward Wumeng Mountain.

The moment he moved, the pack of Xuanlan Wolf Demons followed close behind.

As he fled for his life, Wei Xuanfeng vaguely heard Wei Zhaoting laughing.

"Young friend, if you survive this great calamity today, I will surely come find you another day! Hahaha..."

At that moment, Wei Xuanfeng could only focus on escaping and had no mind to throw any harsh words back at Wei Zhaoting.

Each time the tips of his feet touched a branch, he could cross three or four zhang in a single bound.

Yet he still could not shake off the wolf pack beneath him!

"Damn it, I got the short end of the stick this time!"

Furiously, Wei Xuanfeng bit open his finger, then smeared his blood across the outer sides of both calves.

As the blood seeped in, the Five Hundred Li Armored Horses tied to his calves suddenly began to glow.

Wei Xuanfeng felt his legs growing hotter and hotter, while his body became lighter and lighter.

With a single leap, he could actually soar ten zhang...

Within a few breaths, Wei Xuanfeng had left the wolf pack behind.

"Damn it, who the hell is this guy? He can actually communicate with wolf demons..."

By now, Wei Xuanfeng was gradually beginning to believe it: the current Wei Zhaoting was absolutely not the original man.

At the very least, that previous good-for-nothing drunkard definitely had neither such superb movement techniques nor the ability to communicate with demonic beasts...

Watching Wei Xuanfeng flee into the distance, Wei Zhaoting smiled, then turned and left.

After a while, he made his way to a mountaintop and coldly watched the hundreds of figures in the forest.

Every one of them wore flying-fish uniforms and carried embroidered spring sabers.

Behind the man at their head followed several burly men bearing formation flags on their backs...

"Wu Santong is leading the group? What a grand gesture! Hah, one step late, and every step falls behind..." Wei Zhaoting merely glanced at them before quickly retreating behind a boulder. "Yang Xuyan, you destroyed my body, and now you've sent people to seize my treasures. Good! Good! Very good indeed!"

His face twisted viciously, his eyes brimming with hatred.

"Once you leave, I will make every one of your disciples and granddisciples die unnatural deaths!"