How could anyone possibly be lucky that many times? Wen Xu had never pinned his fate on illusory hopes, but at this very moment, he hoped his master was outside the realm.
No one in this city could afford to wait any longer. He had to make a decision at once.
Chunchou had chased Chen Zui into the sea. At this moment, the Spirit Transformation Cultivator was in no hurry to enter the water and kill them. Meeting the Spirit Transformation Cultivator's sinister eyes, Wen Xu understood that the man's next strike would surely take his life directly.
In truth, that was exactly what the Spirit Transformation Cultivator intended to do. He even found it deeply humiliating. If not for the city lord offering Heaven-grade Pills as payment, he would never have personally acted to kill three juniors from Yonglu Mountain. He had thought this would be an exceedingly easy task, yet those three brats had escaped him for so long. If this mission failed, what face would he have left to go on living?
Thus, once he had pursued them out to sea, he no longer held anything back. Every move he made was a killing strike. That blade-wielding brat was indeed tough to kill—an ordinary Golden Core cultivator would have died long ago. But he was merely a Golden Core, at most a Nascent Soul.
"Brat, stop running. I'll grant you a quick death."
Wen Xu thought to himself, I heard that once atop the cliff. I didn't resign myself to fate then, and I won't do so this time either.
"Spirit Transformation Venerable, does bullying the weak with your strength make you so impressive?"
Still baring his teeth when death was at hand, the Spirit Transformation Cultivator's anger surged from his heart. A killing move had already