What rotten luck-eighteen lifetimes' worth!
He sensed the beast-hide-clad brute covered in pus-filled lumps bounding across the ice behind him, closing in at tremendous speed.
The Three-Eyed Youth, Gong Xiyin, had a flagging presence and an ashen face.
At that moment, that was the only thought in his mind.
He had come to North Sea Continent merely because the payment Bian Burang had promised appealed to him, and had accompanied them for that reason alone.
Who could have imagined their party would first slam into an iron wall? Four Holy Sons and their guardians had set out in fine form, only for all but two to die.
When the roof leaks, it pours. Just as they were about to leave North Sea Continent, they encountered Three Continents Cultivators who had come there for some unknown reason.
Worse still, among the Three Continents Cultivators who had come this time was someone outrageously powerful!
In Dharma Combat alone, he was every bit the equal of the Holy Sect's current First Holy Son.
Against such a powerhouse, Gong Xiyin had no ability to fight back at all!
If Shen Fu had not intervened to save him from time to time, he would probably already have...
At that thought, the Three-Eyed Youth twisted aside, barely avoiding the interference of a short spear from behind, and could not help looking toward a black dot ahead, his gaze complicated.
Now he was truly, utterly certain that this Junior Brother Shen was indeed a Child of Destiny favored by Heaven.
Pursued by that Tupi Continent cultivator across thousands of li, he was already exhausted in mind and body despite being a stage higher in cultivation, his entire body covered in wounds from the force sweeping off the spears.
Yet this Venerable Lord, though bedraggled, remained completely uninjured.