Amidst the ruins, Ling Zhantian lay disheveled, a terrifying, foot-long gash slashed across his chest, revealing his bare bones and his internal organs scattered by the violent Sword Qi.
He lay in the rubble, trembling all over, his eyes filled with boundless pain and a deep-seated fear of Chu Yunfei.
In mid-air.
Chu Yunfei held his sword in one hand, looking down from his superior position.
His black robe was already tattered, and the red and gold mark between his brows was fading at a visible speed.
Seven out of ten breaths have passed.
The Four-Element Burning Momentum that had been forcibly fused within his body were collapsing rapidly. The backlash from the Myriad Poison Origin was crashing against his eight extraordinary meridians like a raging torrent. With each breath, blackish-red blood was gushing out of his throat.
But he didn't stop.
Chu Yunfei's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He forcibly suppressed the turmoil within him, drew his sword, and transformed into a streak of blood-red light, rushing straight towards Ling Zhantian in the ruins to kill him.
Take advantage of your weakness to kill you.
If we don't kill this damned emperor today, the consequences will be dire.
"Die!"
The chilling killing intent transformed into an invisible net, instantly enveloping Ling Zhantian in the ruins.
Seeing the blood-red demon rushing towards him, Ling Zhantian was terrified, his liver and gallbladder trembling and his soul nearly leaving his body.
That's insane.
This kid is so badly injured, and they still want to kill him.
We must escape!
If we don't leave now, the Great Qian Emperor will perish in this desolate wilderness.
Moreover, the commotion from that sword strike was immense, and several Divine Sea Realm auras were rapidly approaching from the direction of the imperial city.
If people were to see the mighty Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, masked, intercepting the imperial son-in-law and then being killed in such a miserable state, half-dead, the royal family would lose all face, and the major sects would immediately sense the royal family's weakness and launch a joint attack.
" Chu Yunfei!!"
Ling Zhantian's eyes blazed with endless resentment and unwillingness. He endured the excruciating pain of his bones shattering and pulled out a broken talisman from his robes, its surface gleaming with an ancient silver light.
That was the Great Qian Imperial Family family's ancestral treasure for protecting their lives, the Ancient Great Spatial Shift Escape Light Talisman, of which there was only one.
Snap!
Ling Zhantian crushed the talisman to dust without hesitation.
The silver spatial array patterns erupted instantly, enveloping his entire body.
In the final moment before his figure was swallowed by the void, Ling Zhantian's extremely venomous roar pierced through the storm and resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
" Chu Yunfei, don't think you've won."
"Once I have fully recovered from my injuries, I will surely tear your soul from your body and refine it, making you wish you were dead!"
Buzz!
The silver light surged, and the void trembled slightly.
Ling Zhantian's figure, along with his Imperial Dao Dragon Sword, instantly vanished into the void, disappearing without a trace.
The sword beam, having missed its target, slammed into the ruins, creating a bottomless crater.
Chu Yunfei paused, stopping at the edge of the ruins.
He gripped the Devouring Abyss-Devouring Sword tightly, his eyes as cold as knives, and was about to use the Divine Movement Art to follow the residual fluctuations in space and pursue the enemy.
"Puff!"
A mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out of Chu Yunfei's mouth without warning.
The dazzling red and gold mark between his eyebrows shattered in that instant.
The effects of the Great Heaven-Burning Art have completely worn off.
boom!
An indescribable pain and weakness instantly overwhelmed Chu Yunfei.
His dantian was completely dry, and his spiritual pool was cracking inch by inch.
In his limbs and bones, many meridians were completely shattered due to the forced bearing of the Four-Element Burning Momentum, and even deep in his soul, he felt waves of intense dizziness as if being torn apart.
"You brat, stop! Stop right now!"
Within his mind, Xiaoxiao Dragon's anxious voice rang out.
"What are you chasing? That old dog is using an ancient escape talisman, he can travel a thousand miles in an instant! Where are you going to find him now?!"
"Your physical body is on the verge of collapse; your very essence has been torn apart, and seventy percent of your meridians are severed."
"Those old fogies from the Imperial City will be here soon. Once they find you're exhausted and weak, any Spirit Martial Realm expert could take your life."
"Hurry, let's find a place to heal!"
Xiaoxiao Dragon's repeated shouts finally made the frenzied killing intent in Chu Yunfei's eyes subside slightly, and he regained a sliver of reason.
Chu Yunfei took a deep breath and forcefully bit his tongue, using the intense pain to stimulate his fading consciousness.
He glanced sideways in the direction of the imperial city.
In the far distance of the night sky, several dazzling streaks of light tore through the clouds, rushing towards them with intense spiritual energy fluctuations.
"Walk!"
Chu Yunfei dared not hesitate for the slightest.
Taking advantage of the last bit of momentum remaining before the secret technique faded, he poured all the remaining power of his soul into his legs and forcibly activated the Divine Movement Art.
Swish!
A faint, dark golden light clung to the ground, like a ghost, desperately fleeing into the more desolate and remote depths of the mountains, far from the imperial city.
The mountain wind howled, and the pungent smell of blood slowly drifted through the forests along the way.
Chu Yunfei's injuries were worsening faster than expected.
With each step he took, excruciating pain, like thousands of ants gnawing at his bones, surged through his meridians. Although the blood from the hole in his left chest had barely stopped the bleeding thanks to his body's instinctive repair, the remaining Imperial Dao Dragon Qi inside was still frantically destroying his life force.
After flying two hundred miles away.
Chu Yunfei's vision was completely obscured by darkness and double images, and his brain felt as heavy as if it were filled with molten lead.
"I can't take it anymore..."
He smiled bitterly to himself.
Bang!
The flowing light in the void suddenly dissipated, and Chu Yunfei, like a bird with broken wings, plummeted straight down from a height of tens of feet.
A muffled boom resounded.
He crashed heavily onto a secluded, rocky slope in a remote valley, sliding more than ten feet across the ground before finally coming to a stop after smashing a huge bluestone.
The Abyss-Devouring Sword slipped from his grasp and fell to the side.
Chu Yunfei lay on his back amidst the rubble, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, each breath bringing up a few drops of blood foam.
I can't move.
I don't even have the strength to move a finger.
His spiritual energy was completely depleted, and his soul was extremely weak. He seemed to be on the verge of falling into an eternal slumber.
"You brat, hang in there, don't fall asleep!"
Xiaoxiao Dragon frantically shouted in his mind, his soul continuously releasing strands of pure soul power in an attempt to nourish his faltering consciousness.
"If you fall asleep, you really won't wake up. Quick, get the pills from your storage ring..."
However, before Xiaoxiao Dragon could finish speaking...
Suddenly, a muffled yet rapid whooshing sound came from the night sky above!
Ugh!
A violent gale tore through the sea of clouds, and a huge shadow descended rapidly from the sky.
Chu Yunfei's previously unfocused pupils suddenly contracted.
He strained to lift his heavy eyelids and looked up at the sky through his blurry vision.
A massive spirit ship, over thirty feet long and radiating a dazzling azure light, disregarded the ear-piercing groans of the overloaded array and sped towards them at an almost insane speed, tearing through the night.
On the spirit boat, defensive array patterns flashed wildly, and the bow even emitted bursts of scorching white smoke due to the excessive full-speed sailing.
Pursuers?
Royal offerings?
Or were they powerful figures from the Cangyun Sect and the Puppet Sect who arrived later?
Chu Yunfei's heart sank, and a cold, bitter smile crept onto his lips.
With his last ounce of strength, he slowly reached for the hilt of the Swallowing Abyss-Devouring Sword, which had fallen to the side.
God really knows how to play jokes.
Having just reversed the Divine Sea and severely injured the Emperor of the Great Qian, is he truly destined to fall from grace and die at the hands of unknown pursuers?
Just as Chu Yunfei's eyes flashed with murderous intent again, and he was ready to risk his broken body to take someone down with him...
The azure-colored spirit boat suddenly hovered dozens of feet above the gravel beach.
Beside the railing of the spirit boat's deck, a startled cry from an old man in a grey robe shattered the silence of the valley, clearly reaching Chu Yunfei's ears...
"Miss, it's Young Master Chu!"
(Please update three chapters!)