In the woods on the way to the rear mountain of the Profound Sword Pavilion, the canopy blocked most of the daylight.
Yi Yang used Cloud-Leaping Crane to race through the dense forest, his toes touching branches and rock faces. Each step carried him seventy or eighty feet, his figure trailing afterimages among the shadows of the trees.
His Mental Power remained on constant alert, keeping every movement within a thousand feet under his watch. Fierce fighting had broken out here; he could not afford to let his guard down.
He dimly sensed that the two powerful auras near the Profound Sword Pavilion's rear mountain had already dissipated.
That meant the battle there had been decided. As for who had won, Yi Yang could not tell.
But he guessed that Chief Inspector Lu Quanan had already arrived. With him there, things should be under control.
He was now roughly three thousand feet from the Profound Sword Pavilion's rear mountain.
Suddenly, Yi Yang sensed an aura ahead. Whoever it belonged to was also moving at tremendous speed.
His steps abruptly slowed by half a beat.
The aura ahead was deep and solid. The little power leaking from it revealed a cultivation level of True Astral Perfection.
Moreover, the other man had sensed him too and was heading his way.
Faced with this unknown enemy, Yi Yang's back tensed. A vague suspicion arose in his mind.
A powerhouse appearing here could only be one of those two.
But before Yi Yang could change direction and leave, a figure appeared three hundred feet diagonally ahead of him in the dense forest.
His russet-red monk's robe, embroidered with gold thread, hung open at the front. A long, slanting sword wound stretched from his left chest to his right ribs, the flesh torn and curled