"Good, good, good! You Witty Scholar... it seemed you were determined to make things difficult for this Old Daoist!"
"Since you were courting death, this Old Daoist would first destroy you, this troublesome fool, then deal with Shen Luoyan."
The Long-faced Elder's expression darkened, and the fury in his eyes surged higher.
As soon as he spoke, the Fly Whisk in his hand moved again, transforming into wave after wave of fierce attacks. Every move displayed an extraordinary foundation and the formidable strength of a mid-stage Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
The Witty Scholar was no slow to react. His body shifted and darted as the brush in his hand swept through the air again and again.
Compared to the Long-faced Elder's violent onslaught, his moves were clearly focused on evasion and defense, meant to stall for time.
As two Nascent Soul Stage titans clashed, immense energy roiled forth, shaking the earth and mountains without cease.
Time trickled by, drop by drop.
After a hundred exchanges, blood ran from the Witty Scholar's lips, and numerous wounds had appeared across his body. He looked especially miserable.
The only things that remained unchanged were the steadfast light in his eyes and his unyielding fighting spirit.
Several dozen miles away, Chu Hongyue and the others, whom Shen Luoyan had sent away, were racing through the mountains and forests at top speed, hurrying eastward.
"Martial uncle Hongyue, were we really leaving just like this? Elder Luoyan was alone. I'm afraid..."
Yu Wan'er released a vast flow of true essence to shield everyone. Yet even as she fled, she could not help turning to look at Chu Hongyue beside her.
Chu Hongyue's expression was grave. "With our meager strength, what could we do even if we stayed?"
"The only thing we could do now was follow