Centipede Daoist saw it clearly: Broad Cloud Ward was now Li Chen's vulnerable spot.
It was both the foundation from which Li Chen harvested cultivation provisions to aid his pursuit of the Dao and a burden that bound him, denying him freedom.
As the lord of a peak, he shouldered responsibilities utterly unlike those of wandering rogue cultivators. He could not afford to lose, nor was he willing to lose this place that formed his foundation.
This Centipede Daoist really has gone utterly mad. But now that he's lost his capital, the barefoot have nothing to fear from those wearing shoes. This move is hardly unexpected!
Far away, Li Chen was startled, but soon a smile returned to his face, as though everything was under control.
After meticulous planning and repeated simulations, he had already anticipated that Centipede Daoist would target Broad Cloud Ward if he could not find him.
It was a gambler's mindset. He had already lost everything, after all; all he had left were his old savings.
Every bit of those cultivation provisions he spent was another bit gone. No matter how he replenished them, he certainly could not match the speed of Li Chen, who possessed a spirit peak blessed land.
If he dragged things out any longer, only death awaited him. Even the heavenly dragon undying body could not save him.
Rather than that, he might as well stake his life on one desperate struggle before his many bodies and vitality were exhausted.
Li Chen had fully grasped this mindset and immediately dispatched the four Strongman Puppets he had prepared long ago to intercept him head-on along the way.
"Get out of my way!"
Seeing these "Strongmen" again, Centipede Daoist was beside himself with rage. Though they belonged to Mei Xuan, they should originally have