Death of Ning Bei
Tang San had once seen this kind of soul beast in the Soul Beast Illustrated Book the Grandmaster had given him. It was a brutal dragon-type soul beast, standing ten meters tall after a thousand years of cultivation and fifteen meters at ten thousand years. The one before them, however, stood twenty meters tall—the mark of a hundred-thousand-year cultivation.
"Teacher Zhao, this is a hundred-thousand-year Earth Tyrant Dragon, the perfect combination of strength and defense."
"What? A hundred thousand years?"
Zhao Wuji had initially assumed it was merely a powerful Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Hearing Tang San's introduction, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
Even Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, who had remained calm and composed until now, grew tense.
"R-Rongrong, Brother Ning Bei is still here, right?"
Ning Rongrong swallowed as well, then stiffly turned her head toward her friend.
"H-He should be, right?"
Her heart was pounding too. Her brother surely would not let his adorable little sister come alone to the dangerous Star Dou Great Forest.
"Mubai, stop wasting words. Right now, immediately, take everyone and run out of the forest. Do you hear me?"
Dai Mubai nodded nervously. He understood that even if they stayed, they would only be a burden.
He hurriedly turned around and called for everyone to flee.
Tang San, who had always presented himself as a gentleman, began driving Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track at full force the moment he heard Zhao Wuji's order, racing toward the edge of the forest at a speed that even Zhu Zhuqing, an agility-attack spirit master, could only stare after.
*I still haven't found Father, and I haven't fulfilled Teacher's expectations. I can't fall here. Sorry, everyone. I don't have to outrun the Earth Tyrant Dragon—I just have to be faster than