"Hah!"
Yan Guiyun's chest heaved. His whole body felt as though it had been sliced by a thousand blades, and every breath twisted his features with stabbing pain.
Grief and fury filled him. He could scarcely believe that someone he had never taken seriously had beaten him so badly that he had to flee. That was what hurt him most.
Trailing blood along the way, he streaked into the distance like a beam of crimson light.
Run! I can't die here. Today's defeat is merely a little wind and frost on my path to Heavenly Origin.
Yan Guiyun suppressed his terror. With his exquisitely precise control over his body, he stopped every wound from bleeding.
He was a genius with pride of his own. A momentary defeat could not break him; it would only become a whetstone for his advancement.
"I told you, today is the day you die."
A piercing sound stabbed at his eardrums. Xu Yang tore through the air in pursuit, his entire body gleaming gold. He thrust a finger out in midair, sending an intensely condensed bolt of finger force shooting forth like an arrow loosed from a bow, trailing shrill whistles.
Pure Origin Gold-Rending Finger!
"Xu Yang, must you wipe me out completely? I'm the Sect Master's disciple!"
Sensing the finger force, sharper than a blade, Yan Guiyun roared furiously.
He was already wounded. At most, one more palm strike from Xu Yang would drain the last of his strength.
Clang!
Without turning around, he thrust his Semi-Spirit Weapon out beneath his armpit, striking the golden finger force with pinpoint precision.
The finger force scattered. Yan Guiyun's arm shuddered, and the Semi-Spirit Weapon nearly flew from his grasp. Though he managed to hold on, the impact reopened his sealed wounds, spilling great quantities of blood.