Anomalous Phenomenon, Clearing Out the Association

The black, multi-bladed bladed wheel moved at incredible speed, rolling along the river after crossing it.

Although Zhang Tao pursued relentlessly, he always kept a distance of about ten meters, making it difficult to catch up.

Before long, the two had crossed the desolate area and entered the Spirit Realm.

The blade wheel shot off the cliff, cutting through the wind as it plummeted into the vast jungle below.

Zhang Tao caught up with them and jumped down without hesitation.

But as he fell, his eyes followed the blade wheel, and he couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

It wasn't for any other reason than that the blade wheel had rolled too many times.

The rolling of the blade wheel essentially means that the Wolf Head swordsmen inside are also rolling and swinging their blades.

Having sped all the way from the riverbank to here, the Wolf Head Swordsman's method of wielding his sword was practically using himself as a wheel.

It rolled so fast and so far.

Zhang Tao thought to himself that if he were to use this technique, he would probably be spinning so much that he would lose his balance.

This Wolf Head swordsman truly lives up to his reputation as a unique being from the Spirit Realm; he can maintain his balance even under such circumstances, and his sword wielding remains precise.

Even when the blade's shadow transformed into a wheel, it was still difficult to discern many flaws.

Thump!!!

The black bladed wheel fell into the jungle.

The jungle here is full of towering trees, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, but it doesn't feel too crowded.

All the big trees seem to have been born knowing how to occupy their own territory and live their own lives.

Even the thousands upon thousands of majestic tree canopies resemble loose puzzle pieces, not touching each other, deliberately leaving narrow and winding gaps.

Although the trunk of a tree is thick, it is still much smaller than the area covered by its branches and leaves.

Therefore, from a near-ground perspective, this jungle appears quite sparse and somewhat empty.

The blade wheel rolled away in a straight line without knocking down any trees.

Zhang Tao also fell here, but the moment his feet touched the ground, a burst of electricity, like a spider web, erupted.

The area covered by the spiderweb lightning was only a dozen meters in size, and it vanished in an instant.

But his speed increased dramatically, his figure almost breaking through the air, and suddenly he closed the distance between himself and the blade wheel to about five meters.

He used the recoil from falling off the cliff to temporarily accelerate.

When the distance closed to five meters, the lightning he unleashed with his iron whip became even more concentrated, indicating he was already planning to forcefully strike.

But just as he raised the iron whip, the brilliant light and lightning emanating from his body suddenly all showed signs of drooping downwards.

Those bolts of lightning were like extra hairs growing on his body, all pulled down by some inexplicable force.

He himself was pulled downwards and stomped heavily on the ground.

Thump!!!

The blade wheel in front opens at the same time.

The Wolf Head swordsman stretched out his body, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and with a backhand slash, he already slashed diagonally.

The large, black Great Saber suddenly had an extremely bright, white edge.

Its edge is longer than the blade itself.

The surrounding environment, extending for dozens of meters through the forest, became completely dark.

It's as if the light within this area was pulled away by the immense force of this strike, gathering on the blade to create its sharpness.

This strike was indeed extremely domineering, fully displaying the blade's brutality.

But the most dangerous part is that mysterious, interfering force.

The Wolf Head swordsman had long been aware of that power, making his strike perfectly executed.

With just this one strike, he'll turn the tables!

Zhang Tao's appearance was not good; his hair was dry and dull, and there was too much white in his eyes, making them appear lifeless.

Faced with this blow, his appearance made him look even more like a funeral portrait.

Xia Ningning's voice seemed to echo in my ears.

"Using your blood to refine a corpse, you're going to have some bad luck lately..."

The iron whip in Zhang Tao's hand trembled with lightning speed, and the tip of the whip stabbed.

He was mute, and his family had always been very protective of him since he was a child, but sometimes they couldn't help but sigh, which made him feel awkward.

But in their village, there was an old master who taught whip-wielding skills. Throughout the year, outsiders seemed to rarely hear him speak, yet others only held him in high esteem.

He relentlessly sought out a master, studying with all his might, even doubling his efforts, as if only through such intense study could he vent his pent-up frustration.

Unexpectedly, as the old master grew older, he found comfort in having such a diligent successor and became more talkative.

Zhang Tao was even more frustrated now.

But by then, he had already mastered the art of martial arts and was gradually becoming immersed in it.

Although the master talked more than expected, the sound of the whip cracking was even more pleasing to him as he gradually came to appreciate its quality.

He also grew to love the sound of the wind and the popping of air from his iron whip.

This is the sound he, unable to speak, is best at making.

It was laughter, and it was also cursing.

"By pointing the whip skyward, you're cursing God!"

The master often joked with him about this. Later, on the day the old man died, the villagers hired a funeral band, but the master couldn't close his eyes.

Zhang Tao sat there until midnight, then suddenly got up and practiced a set of whip techniques.

One whip points upwards toward the sky.

The master closed his eyes amidst the crack of his whip, and a jade pendant bearing a Taboo inheritance appeared on the corpse.

Although the master could speak, he still had unresolved feelings to express.

Heaven granted his master the inheritance jade slip, but he had long missed the right age. Despite practicing for so many years, he had not achieved much.

Since the purpose of jade slips is to preserve traditions, but one cannot master them to the highest level, one is not allowed to pass them on to others. This forces masters to learn only some unorthodox basic skills and teach them to their disciples.

Wasting a lifetime, the older one gets, the more prone one is to resentment.

Since I'm not good enough, I shouldn't be given such a good thing at all!

That master, in truth, wished he could whip the heavens every day.

Zhang Tao later learned the martial arts technique, but he never forgot that whip.

He's got nothing but the ability to curse the heavens; why would he fear bad luck descending upon him?

Clang!!!

The blade was stopped by the iron whip, just like a huge bronze bell weighing several thousand pounds being smashed in mid-air.

The blade didn't break, but its energy scattered and shot out, creating clear holes in the trunks of more than a dozen large trees nearby.

The Wolf Head swordsman hadn't expected his strike to be blocked, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. But without hesitation, he flipped over and transformed back into a wheel of blades, disappearing into the distance.

Zhang Tao was unable to catch up immediately.

The Wolf Head swordsman emerged from the jungle, climbed over a low slope on the side, and circled around to the other side of the slope.

He followed the stream downstream and hid in another patch of woods before stopping and gagging.

The Rolling Blade technique is his fastest movement method.

But only today in his entire life did he roll so far at the fastest speed, until he felt a little nauseous.

The Wolf Head swordsman paused for a moment, then bent down and drank a large gulp of the stream water.

But before he could wipe the water stains from the hair around his mouth, his right hand suddenly grabbed a knife and swung it.

When!!

Iron swords and iron whips clashed across the stream.

The clear water of the stream reflected two dark shadows of weapons, like lightning illusions or fleeting dreams in the mist, flashing and shrinking, separating at the slightest touch, then reuniting again.

The two heavy and domineering weapons collided dozens of times in the blink of an eye, except for the first clash, yet no sound was heard.

Zhang Tao suddenly flicked his iron whip, aiming straight for the wolf's forehead.

This whip will rip off the flying wolf's skull and send it hurtling towards the heavens.

Such a whip strike is naturally powerful and unparalleled, with immense might.

Zhang Tao seemed to be affected as well, and suddenly floated up slightly.

The Wolf Head swordsman didn't even need to take the whip; he simply shrank back, disengaged from the attack, and fled with the Dharma Corpse.

This time, the blade wheel circled around a mountain peak from halfway up the mountain, and when it reached the shady side of the mountain, the werewolf appeared and suddenly cleaved a large tree in two with a single slash.

The wild boar hiding behind the tree was thrown out by this knife, its belly ripped open, and its internal organs turned into bloody foam.

The Wolf Head swordsman stuffed the Dharma Corpse directly inside, twitched his nose, twisted off one of the Dharma Corpse's fingers, bit his tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood, and threw it into the water.

A river flows down from the mountainside, its current very rapid.

The severed finger was plunged into the belly of a large fish in the water. Startled, the fish drifted downstream and quickly reached the foot of the mountain, then swam away along the river.

The Wolf Head swordsman chuckled, grabbed the wild boar, and fled again.

When Zhang Tao arrived, he only saw the tree broken in two.

His senses were conflicting, but he still possessed tracking abilities.

As the person who single-handedly revitalized the entire aquaculture industry in Jinling, he had a certain understanding of the living habits and traces of various organisms.

Even in a place like the Spirit Realm, it's enough to tell which traces were just left.

But he didn't chase after it immediately. Instead, he raised his hand and looked at the fine hairs on the back of his hand.

Tiny body hairs rose and fell intermittently.

Since chasing him to this point, Zhang Tao has made two mistakes, both of which were due to interference from some unknown force.

This disturbance still exists; it's not just the body hair, but actually his internal organs, cardiovascular system, and brain—he suddenly feels a sinking sensation, as if he's floating inside his body.

Within the Jinling No. 7 Landform, there exists a kind of Ghost God Dharma Aspect, formless and shapeless, merely an anomaly.

As a creature that could very well transform into Forerunner of Ghosts and Gods, the Wolf Head swordsman had clearly become accustomed to that phenomenon.

Zhang Tao, however, had not yet adapted.

Moreover, this anomaly changes very frequently and varies in magnitude, making it impossible to summarize a specific pattern in a short period of time.

Although Zhang Tao was capable of protecting himself, in battle, if he couldn't accurately counteract this inexplicable interference, he would have no chance of entangled with the Wolf Head Swordsman.

He pondered for a few seconds, then took a white cicada from his person.

The internal energy circulated, forming tiny golden characters on the left half of the cicada's back.

[Ningning, Song Changle is all talk and no action. Even though he severely injured Yu Nanfeng first, he still can't win. Has Chu Tianshu defeated him?]

The cicada's right back half appears to respond.

[Song Changle has been captured. What about Master?]

Zhang Tao's expression relaxed slightly.

This white cicada is a magical artifact that only the master and disciple can use. It is very effective, allowing them to communicate even when they are in the Spirit Realm.

[The Wolf Head is cunning, drawing out Dharma Aspect; my skill is profound, I will continue tracking.]

Once Zhang Tao relaxed a little, he habitually started communicating using four-character phrases again.

[The pursuit is fraught with difficulties; having many people is useless. Quickly go to the association, search for information, and keep a close watch for three years. We will surely be prepared. Send me detailed data.]

Inside the tents on the riverbank.

Chu Tianshu and the others saw the handwriting.

Yannian immediately said, "In that case, we should arrest the high-ranking members of the New Energy Association as soon as possible."

"They also control most of Jinling's power plants. If they become desperate and do something crazy, it will be troublesome."

Yu Nanfeng, having destroyed his own cell phone, said to his son, "Have South Wind cooperate with the people from Food Is Heaven to fully infiltrate their territory and keep an eye on their key members."

The equipment on those flying assassins has been basically confirmed; at least half of the high-ranking members of the New Energy Association were involved in Song Changle's scheme.

Otherwise, they would all have to be idiots to be completely unaware of the association's resource allocation.

You're either stupid or evil; you have to choose one.

Chu Tianshu waved his hand, picked up the water bottle from the table, and took two gulps of water.

"Where is their headquarters? Boss Yu, could you show us the way?"

(End of this chapter)