Zhan Ziji stood atop the small boat, facing the wind. A jade lotus gleamed above his head, his long beard streamed behind him, his sleeves fluttered, and clouds and mist surged around him. He truly looked like an immortal who had attained the Dao.
He had long anticipated that Zhang Yu would not let him go. Seeing the sword-light approaching from afar, he took a ruyi scepter from his star pouch and struck the prow. The clouds and mist beneath the boat gathered together, blocking the sword-light.
The clouds and mist actually held another mystery. When external force came upon them, they could borrow it for their own use. He had originally intended to borrow the flying sword's power to speed his escape, but upon contact, he discovered that the power within that sword was wholly unified, leaving not even a fraction to be borrowed.
He did not dare contend with the flying sword, fearing he would be held here. Thus, he struck the prow again with his ruyi scepter, accelerating the boat as it sped away.
The little boat was incomparably swift. No matter how desperately Xu Chengtong pursued from behind, he could not catch up and instead fell farther and farther back. He cursed inwardly, That old thief actually had another trick up his sleeve!
After shaking off Xu Chengtong, Zhan Ziji glanced below and saw that all around Nether City, battle flying boats from Kui Lodge were encircling and suppressing those fleeing the city.
He sighed inwardly. At this moment, he could barely save himself, so naturally he had no mind to concern himself with them. He only sped through the distant void. Yet he had not flown far from Nether City before he sensed something. Looking back, he saw a White Boat pursuing him, its speed