Killing Jiang Chengzi was only a minor interlude. The real main event still lay ahead.
Li Fuchan turned his gaze toward the depths of the Hunting Grounds.
This was an excellent place, and also a deathtrap.
The good part was that the True Person-level elders of the six sects, whose actions affected their sects' fortunes, dared not enter. The bad part was that nothing but their own restraint kept them out.
Once they deduced that the impact Li Fuchan would cause outweighed the damage their entry into the Hunting Grounds would do to their fortunes, someone would come in and kill him without hesitation. At the very least, Quan Yong, who was watching hungrily outside the Hunting Grounds, would never pass up that opportunity.
"Come, all of you."
Now that he had reached such dangerous straits, Li Fuchan instead grew calmer still. This was precisely the predicament he wanted. Ideally, everyone who had consumed blood qi would come.
Riding the wind, he continued deeper into the Hunting Grounds.
Five days passed in succession, yet no one came to hunt him down.
Li Fuchan killed more than a dozen Outer Scenery-level Ming Beasts one after another.
The Wudu Seven Marquis Military Strike Art had already advanced to the second marquis.
Seventy-two dark shadows surged fiercely, their martial might chilling.
Five days had already passed. Since no one had come looking for him, he would go looking for others. Following the indications of Li Thunder, he headed left.
Before he had traveled three li, he heard faint shouts from the woods ahead, mingled with a Ming Beast's hoarse, piercing growls.
Li Fuchan lowered his wind and concealed himself atop a broken cliff, looking down.
He saw five women forming an array to surround an Outer Scenery-level Ming Beast.
The Ming Beast resembled