Among the Hehuan Sect cultivators present, Ma Jinlian and Ma Jinhua had the greatest strength and highest cultivation. Of the two, Ma Jinlian had always taken the lead, so none of the cultivators dared disobey her orders.
As soon as she finished speaking, ten streaks of escape light shot into the sky without waiting for the reinforcements behind them.
The pink and golden streaks stayed together like a body and its shadow, far outstripping the other cultivators. Their target was none other than Senior Sister Lin.
While flying, Liu Yu constantly monitored the situation behind him. Only when he saw that those two were not pursuing him did he truly relax.
But that was only natural.
Why use an ox-cleaving blade to kill a chicken? He was merely a foundation establishment early stage cultivator, after all. The likelihood of someone like the Six Sons of Hehuan targeting him directly was exceedingly small.
Events unfolded just as Liu Yu had expected.
Only one streak of red escape light pursued him relentlessly-the black-robed old man he had just fought.
Perhaps his earlier overwhelming advantage had given him confidence. Believing he had seen through Liu Yu's true capabilities and could easily handle him, he refused to give up the chase.
Over the years, the black-robed old man had scrimped and saved outside his cultivation, yet had only managed to purchase three top-grade magical artifacts.
Now someone whose cultivation and strength were far inferior to his had produced four top-grade magical artifacts in succession. How could he not be jealous?
That defensive magical artifact, in particular, made his eyes burn with envy.
Thus, even when Liu Yu unleashed a Secret Art and burst into a flying speed equal to his own, the black-robed old man remained hot on his heels, unwilling to give up