Pursuit

Elsewhere.

Sima Yi ran on until Yang Chenglu and his companion were no longer visible behind him. Only then did he stop and dart into a village ahead.

He did not charge in with a great commotion, afraid that too much noise would draw Yang Chenglu and his companion back. Instead, he used his lightness skill to land silently in a courtyard on the outskirts of the village.

A man was chopping firewood in the courtyard. When he suddenly saw Sima Yi drop from the roof, he opened his mouth to shout.

Sima Yi struck with his palm from a distance. A strand of origin astral force shot from his palm and hit the man precisely. The man died on the spot, his body bursting into a puddle of blood before he could even scream.

Hearing the noise, an old woman walked out of the wooden house. At the sight of the blood on the ground, she burst into loud wails.

"Quiet!"

Sima Yi flashed behind the old woman and punched, blowing her head apart. Her cries never carried far; they had barely left her mouth before they were abruptly cut off.

Sima Yi flicked the blood from his hand, his eyes utterly indifferent. Killing those two people had been no different from casually crushing two ants.

He strode into the house, found a corner, and sat down cross-legged.

The moment he settled down, he could not help coughing up a great mouthful of blood. His aura grew weak and listless.

"What a vicious Returning Hammer. That Yang fellow's trick caught me completely off guard. I took a real beating this time."

Sima Yi drew a deep breath, closed his eyes, and quietly examined the changes in his body. He had no idea how many bones in his chest were