The bright moon hung high, spreading silver gauze across the earth. Insects chirped in the mountains, and occasionally, a beast's roar echoed from distant peaks.
Wang Heng had no heart to admire the scenery. He stumbled through the mountains, dragging his injured body along at a desperate run, the sight of Yu Hong's severed arm replaying endlessly in his mind.
He had thought he would strike it rich today by snatching a Starlight Grass over twenty years old. Who could have imagined that this was no opportunity, but a disaster?
That lucky fellow was no ordinary Third Heavenly Origin Martial Artist, but a Spirit Bone Prodigy training in Jade Dragon Mountain. After hundreds of fierce exchanges, he had unleashed an unfathomable level of saber mastery, severing a fourth heavenly origin martial artist's arm with a single slash.
Run. I have to escape and survive.
His desire to live was fierce. Even as the cracks in his body burst open and blood gushed out, leaving a bloody trail, he seemed oblivious. He fought above his level and killed Yu Hong.
The sounds of fighting behind him had already stopped. He knew Yu Hong, with his fourth heavenly origin cultivation, was dead.
He could not stop. Stopping meant certain death. That Spirit Bone Prodigy would never let him go.
He wanted to fly, to throw everything he had into escaping. Unfortunately, his injuries were severe. His internal organs were cracked and his meridians shattered. No matter how desperately he tried, he could not take flight; he could not mobilize his astral energy at all.
Agony like a thousand blades carving his flesh nearly made him faint, but he gritted his teeth and held on. He had to survive.
Boom!
The muffled sound of air being torn apart came from behind, rapidly closing