Hunting a Martial Emperor

"You're courting death!"

Gu Liubai flew into a rage when Lu Ren attacked him. He swept out a hand, slamming his palm against Lu Ren's.

Boom!

A muffled crash rang out, and a terrifying shock wave swept in every direction.

Lu Ren felt an overwhelming force surge into his body. He flew backward and slammed into the formation barrier above Misty City, shaking it violently.

Seeing Lu Ren fly from the blow, Gu Liubai sneered.

An Origin Venerate thought he could stop him? What a joke.

For an Origin Venerate to challenge a Martial Emperor was a true provocation. A Martial Emperor could not attack an Origin Venerate unprovoked, but if an Origin Venerate dared to challenge him, he could kill the offender outright.

The dignity of a Martial Emperor could not be profaned.

Had Gu Liubai not been gravely wounded and wary that Elder Bai Mo might suddenly attack him, he would have killed Lu Ren already.

"Lu Ren, just you wait!"

With that threat, Gu Liubai fled into the distance at tremendous speed.

Pfft!

Lu Ren spat out a mouthful of blood. When he saw Gu Liubai flee, he followed without hesitation, keeping his pursuit quiet.

"Lu Ren, don't!"

Elder Bai Mo roared and tried to give chase, but the effort aggravated every part of his injury. He spat out another mouthful of blood.

He was powerless to catch up.

Gu Liubai fled desperately, unaware that Lu Ren was following him—or rather, he had never imagined Lu Ren would choose to follow.

Lu Ren endured the pain wracking his body and kept pace. If he had not cultivated his Nine Yang Sacred Body to the sixth level, that palm strike might not have killed him, but it would have left him unable to move, much less pursue Gu