That was close!
Shan Xingzhou had been scared half to death.
He absolutely could not accept this sort of job again. Even if it did not kill him, the fright alone would make him ill.
That strange Dharma Eye of his was far too terrifying. How could that possibly be a spell a lower-Washing cultivator could cast? His own Fifth Washing jiao body had been like paper before that magical light, vanishing at its touch. And the light was so fast that it had nearly taken his life. Had it actually struck his Niwan Palace, he would have died on the spot!
The rumors were true. This White-Robed Tai Sui really would not loose his hawk until he saw the hare, and he certainly dared to give chase. Cloud Ladder Mountain was right before them, yet he still refused to let go. On reflection, though, that was hardly surprising. When he had killed Brother Luo of Pingsha Islet that summer, he had pursued him all the way to the West River without giving up. Brother Luo had grown careless then, believing this man would never dare enter the river. He had let that last breath of resolve slip, allowing his pursuer to catch and kill him.
At that thought, Shan Xingzhou was about to pick up speed again when he suddenly felt mortal danger envelop him. With no time to think, he instinctively assumed human form, drastically shrinking his body, then darted to the left.
Whoosh!
A snow-white streak of Sword Qi skimmed past Shan Xingzhou's right shoulder.
Had the jiao not assumed human form, he could never have dodged this long-prepared strike.
Clutching the blood pouring from both sides of his neck, Shan Xingzhou fled for his life, his speed increasing another notch.
His jiao body was stronger, but