22 Chapter 22: What Life Are a Bunch of Poor Souls Playing _1
Translator: 549690339
The night wind howled, thick with murderous intent.
A figure dashed frantically through the grove, casting glances backward from time to time.
“Have I shaken them off?”
Murmuring to himself, his eyes hardened as he gritted his teeth, channeling his limited Spirit Power to continue his daring escape.
Although the Wind Riding Technique was cast upon him, it did not bring him comfort, instead, it stirred a sense of burning turmoil within him.
This is because, right behind him, a blue-robed cultivator, riding on a flying disc, was giving a relentless chase.
“Zhou San, there’s no escape for you!”
Zhou San paid no heed, charging madly towards the Xiao Yue Mountain Range.
Once he made it into the mountain range, he could use the complex terrain to throw off Gao Tingye.
The speed of flight bestowed by the Wind Riding Technique was much faster than the magic tool Lotus Leaf Flying Disc.
However, the Spirit Power consumed by casting magic was definitely much more than using the Lotus Leaf Flying Disc, a commuting flying tool.
Gao Tingye, with a gloomy expression, trailed closely behind.
Once he felt the distance was stretched far enough, he would stimulate his Spirit Power to speed up the chase.
“Heh, you chose to run to the wilderness instead of heading towards the Broken Mountain Gang’s headquarters, you have a death wish.”
With a sneer, Gao Tingye clasped a talisman within his hand, ready to trigger it at any moment.
However, as his surroundings gradually shifted, Gao Tingye’s expression wavered.
“Something’s wrong, he’s trying to run into the mountains!”
The Broken Mountain Gang’s knowledge of the nearby mountains was much more profound than those who often roamed the Great River.
If he indeed ran into the mountains, hiding for two or three days, he, Gao Tingye, would be quite helpless.
“Fine, I’ll have to waste this Teleportation Talisman on you.”
Without any hesitation, Gao Tingye put away the Lotus Leaf Flying Disc and pasted an Earth Yellow colored Talisman on himself.
Spirit Power was channeled in.
The next moment, a figure wrapped in a dull yellow light like a dirt dragon, came hurtling in.
The distance between him and the enemy in front was gradually closing.
When Zhou San sensed this, his soul began to tremble. No matter how much he urged his Spirit Power, he was unable to widen the gap.
The Wind Riding Technique had its limitations after all.
“Zhou San, meet your death!”
In a faint voice, a flying sword whizzed towards him from hundreds of meters away.
Whoosh!
Zhou San stumbled but did not fall, instead, he ran even more desperately.
Gao Tingye called back his flying sword, which was stained with a layer of fresh blood.
“You sure can endure. I wonder how long you can keep that up.”
Gao Tingye continued his pursuit. The night wind slapped against his face, actually providing a refreshing feeling.
…
“Friend, save me!”
The plea for help echoed, full of unrestrained misery.
Luo Chen had a grim look, hiding behind a door, a stack of talismans hung on his waist, and a Soul Breaking Nail was gripped in his hand.
“Damn it, don’t head this way!”
His internal monologue went unheard by Zhou San.
On the contrary, Zhou San seemed to head straight towards his house without hesitation.
“Clear the way, the Great Lake Gang is conducting business!”
With an explosive cry, the black night sky was suddenly illuminated by a massive fireball.
Through the crevice in the door, Luo Chen’s eyes widened.
Damn it, what the hell are you doing?
The next moment, the giant fireball came crashing down like a meteorite, not just aimed at Zhou San, but also Luo Chen’s courtyard.
Boom!
Gao Tingye landed gracefully, the yellow light surrounding him disappeared, the Teleportation Talisman completely worn out now.
He looked on as half of the adjacent building collapsed, engulfed in roaring flames.
His gaze turned to the lifeless body lying on the ground.
“You are quite the actor.”
Before his words could finish, the “corpse” on the ground had barely turned when a flying sword pierced through it, nailing it firmly to the ground.
With a cold laugh, Gao Tingye glanced sideways.
“Would you rather come out, or get roasted alive inside?”
The response was another fireball.
“Did you really think that your petty skill would be effective against me?”
Gao Tingye raised his hand, and an earth yellow light shield enveloped him. The fireball hit it, creating an earthy halo that then vanished.
With a swift gesture, the flying sword on the ground zipped back into his hand.
“Senior, please show mercy!”
Gao Tingye looked disdainfully at the man scrabbling out the window and shook his head.
He’s just a waste at the Fourth Level of Qi Refinement Stage.
Suddenly, he bellowed furiously, “How dare you!”
Another fireball was hurled at him.
The fireball itself was not scary. What infuriated him was that this mere Fourth Level Qi Refiner had the audacity to attack him.
In his rage, he was ready to send out his flying sword.
As for the fireball, he didn’t take it to heart.
His Earth Shield was superior to the defense of many lower order spells. Even a Meteor Rain could not break it, let alone a Fireball Technique.
However, his expression changed the next moment.
After the fireball vanished, a streak of black light cut through his Earth Shield like a knife through tofu, then pierced his chest.
Chit!
“Soul Break…”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under the curtain of night, a figure moved like a ghost, continually forming mudra with both hands, sending out mad volleys of fireballs.
Gao Tingye attempted to create his Earth Shield again, but under the relentless onslaught of fireballs, he was not granted a moment’s respite.
“Such casting speed, it’s so fast!”
That was the only thought Gao Tingye had before he fell.
Luo Chen stood two hundred meters away, his eyes locked onto the fallen body.
“He might be playing dead. I’ve used that trick before, and so did the guy just now.”
“So, I need to test it!”
Without hesitation, Luo Chen fired another fireball.
Thump!
The body showed no reaction; It seemed to be dead for good.
However, Luo Chen remained uncertain. From such a distance, if the man was really playing dead, he still had a chance to escape.
But why would he fake death if he isn’t on the brink of it?
Luo Chen’s eyes lit up. He muttered a brief incantation and flicked his finger.
Immediately, a flow of greenish light emerged from the ground far away like a vine, wrapping around the cultivator’s neck.
“Zing!”
A sword sound rang out, startling Luo Chen who then poured in more Spirit Power.
The vine-like light tightened around the neck, twisting the head twice before slowly fading away.
“He was really playing dead, but that trick doesn’t work with me.”
Relieved, Luo Chen approached the corpse.
Looking at the twisted neck and ghastly face, Luo Chen found his mood surprisingly calm this time.
There was no anger from being unexpectedly targeted, nor any triumph over successfully killing an enemy.
Sometimes, adapting to circumstances is an effortless task.
And Luo Chen has always been good at adapting!
He just marveled at how the Entanglement Technique could indeed be lethal. He would never laugh at a certain God-king again.
He shook his head… never mind, being reminded of the twisted neck, the motion was frankly unnerving.
Luo Chen comfortably started to loot the corpse.
A swallow-shaped flying sword- he could check out its quality later.
A Lotus Leaf Flying Disc- he knew this- a lower grade Flying Magic Tool, sold at a hundred and fifty at Wanbao Pavilion, half more expensive than a regular first order lower grade.
The magic robe was ruined.
Huh, there was a piece of inner armor too. No wonder he could sustain the Soul Breaking Nail and dozens of Fireball Techniques, but ended up more dead than alive.
Unfortunately, it was also mostly destroyed.
No Spirit Stones? No Cultivation Techniques? No storage bags?
Dammit, what a pauper!
He removed the Soul Breaking Nail from the chest, grumbling while he moved on to the next corpse.
In the end, all he got was a set of flying dagger magic tools as well as a small bag of Spirit Stones. There was nothing else.
Christ, another pauper!
“What the heck are you bunch of beggars risking your lives every day for!”
After grumbling, Luo Chen turned to look at his house, now in blazing flames, he was practically crying without tears.
“The local gangs are really too impolite!”