Chapter 128: Gao Zhisong’s Terror

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Gao Zhisong’s Terror

WHOOSH! WHOOSH WHOOSH!

The wind howled past his ears, a powerful gale buffeting him. His sleeves fluttered loudly, billowing non-stop.

As a Level 8 Demon Beast renowned for its speed, the Gale Leopard was unbelievably fast when sprinting at full tilt. It was practically flying.

Among the pursuing Martial Artists, those at the Seventh Realm of cultivation or below were all left in the dust. The distance between the Eighth Realm Martial Artists and the Gale Leopard was also steadily increasing. Only the Ninth Realm Martial Artists could barely keep up with its pace.

Of course, among the five Ninth Realm Martial Artists, the middle-aged man in green robes was exceptionally fast and was slowly closing the distance to the Gale Leopard.

’Damn it, that green-robed guy must be Gao Zhisong of the Seven-Snake Centipede Whip. Experts from the Wind and Cloud List are just that damn good. This isn’t good. At this rate, I’m going to be caught!’ As his eyes darted around, a flash of inspiration struck Ye Xing, and a plan formed in his mind. He suddenly pointed toward the forest at the foot of the mountain and yelled in a deep voice, "Everyone, look! The Thunder Heart Spring Wood has finished gestating! It’s mature!"

The moment Ye Xing shouted, every Martial Artist’s nerves tensed up. With anxious expressions, they all turned to look down the mountain. They could faintly see that the distant Thousand-Year-Old Banyan Tree was still glowing with a brilliant green light, showing no signs of withering. Realizing they’d been tricked, they all became furious.

"Brat, when I get my hands on you, I’ll have you drawn and quartered!"

"That’s right, kill him and take the Purple Lightning Golden Eagle!"

The Martial Artists roared in anger.

"Look! The Thunder Heart Spring Wood is mature! It’s really mature this time!" Ye Xing shouted again in a panicked voice. "If you don’t go back now, the Thunder Heart Spring Wood will be snatched away by those Martial Artists from the Fifth and Sixth Realms of the Qi Gathering Stage!"

The High-tier Qi Condensation Stage Martial Artists couldn’t help but look back again. Even though they knew it might be a trick, they just had to look. One glance was enough to make them scream in rage. These two consecutive delays allowed the Gale Leopard to pull even farther ahead.

The two sides continued their high-speed chase. Before long, Ye Xing noticed that the green-robed Gao Zhisong was once again starting to close the gap.

After about seven or eight minutes, the distance between Gao Zhisong of the Seven-Snake Centipede Whip and the Gale Leopard had shrunk to less than thirty paces.

"The Purple Lightning Golden Eagle is not for you to possess, brat. Die! I may not be an expert in Hidden Weapons, but at this distance, it’s more than enough to kill you!" A murderous glint flashed across the green-robed Gao Zhisong’s face as a Poisoned Rhombus Dart appeared in his hand. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a light flick.

SWOOSH!

With a sound of tearing air, the Poisoned Rhombus Dart shot toward Ye Xing’s chest at extreme speed.

"Faster, Gale! Dodge left!" Ye Xing’s pupils contracted sharply as he yelled in panic.

Before the Gale Leopard could even react, Ye Xing felt a sudden flash of purple light from his left shoulder.

SHHNK!

The Little Purple Eagle had already taken flight, its speed reaching an apex. With its small, sharp beak, it gave the incoming Poisoned Rhombus Dart a gentle peck.

TING!

A crisp sound rang out, like metal striking metal. With just a light peck from the Little Purple Eagle’s beak, the Poisoned Rhombus Dart fell from mid-air and clattered to the ground.

"Yoyo!" "Yoyo!"

After knocking down the Poisoned Rhombus Dart, the Little Purple Eagle flew back to Ye Xing’s shoulder, chirping smugly. It puffed out its chest and tilted its little head up, as if to say, ’Hehe! Aren’t I amazing? Praise me, praise me!’

"What’s there to be so smug about, you little squirt? If you could chase all these guys away, I’d give you a hundred likes," Ye Xing said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry as he playfully cursed.

The Martial Artists behind them continued their relentless pursuit. The Little Purple Eagle’s astonishing display of strength only made them even more covetous.

’The Purple Lightning Golden Eagle is truly extraordinary, even more amazing than the legends say. To be this capable in its fledgling stage!’ The green-robed Gao Zhisong’s eyes narrowed, a fervent gleam flashing within them as another Poisoned Rhombus Dart appeared in his hand.

’Damn it, I almost forgot I have a Hidden Weapon too!’ Ye Xing reached for his waist and pulled out a pistol.

He raised the gun with both hands and took aim!

He aimed the pitch-black muzzle at the spot between the green-robed Gao Zhisong’s eyebrows and pulled the trigger!

BANG!

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet flew from the barrel at an unparalleled speed, shooting toward Gao Zhisong of the Seven-Snake Centipede Whip.

When Gao Zhisong of the Seven-Snake Centipede Whip saw Ye Xing raise the pistol, he was completely baffled. He had never seen such an object and had no idea what Ye Xing was holding.

Of course, just as Ye Xing was about to pull the trigger, Gao Zhisong, who had spent years navigating the martial world, felt his keen Perception Power instantly warn him of an immense sense of crisis. He instinctively began to dodge to the left.

Immediately after, he saw a ’Hidden Weapon’ the size of a pinky finger shooting toward him at a terrifying speed. During its flight, this ’Hidden Weapon’ didn’t even make a sound of tearing through the air; it was completely silent. It was entirely different from other Hidden Weapons, utterly bizarre. In all his years in the martial world, it was the first time he had ever seen such a horrifying Hidden Weapon.

In reality, the pistol did make a sound. It was just that the bullet’s speed after leaving the barrel exceeded the speed of sound, so the sound hadn’t reached him yet.

’What in the world is this Hidden Weapon? Its firing speed is terrifying!’ Gao Zhisong’s pupils contracted violently, his face filled with dread. Even with his eyesight, he could only barely make out a faint afterimage of the bullet. Faced with the projectile, his body couldn’t even react much; he only managed to tilt his head slightly.

PFFT!

A spray of blood flew out as the bullet grazed past Gao Zhisong’s cheek, leaving a deep, bloody gash.

’Damn it, so close! If he’d been just a little slower, I could have gotten a headshot!’ Ye Xing was filled with regret. He had managed to injure Gao Zhisong with the first shot, but hitting him a second time would be much harder. He had caught Gao Zhisong off guard with the first shot because the man didn’t know what a pistol was. Now, Gao Zhisong would surely be on high alert.

The thought flashed through Ye Xing’s mind, when suddenly—

"AHH!" A sudden, abrupt scream rang out from behind Gao Zhisong.

A Martial Artist at the Martial Arts Seventh Realm collapsed. A bloody hole the size of a pinky finger had appeared between his eyebrows, with blood trickling out. His body tumbled off the mountain path.

’Holy shit, that worked too?!’ Ye Xing was utterly stunned.

’This guy’s luck is just the worst.’ Ye Xing couldn’t help but burst out laughing. "Hahaha! That’s what you get for fucking chasing me! This is what happens! Hahaha!" Feeling a deep sense of satisfaction, he immediately raised his pistol again and aimed it at Gao Zhisong.

Having now witnessed the pistol’s power, the green-robed Gao Zhisong hastily circulated his True Qi and used his Lightweight Skill to dodge. The Seventh, Eighth, and even Ninth Realm Martial Artists behind him also dodged in terror. None of them wanted to be the unlucky fool who got killed by a stray shot.

With so many Martial Artists crowded on the limited space of the mountain path, the pursuing crowd fell into chaos for a moment, which greatly hindered their speed.

Ye Xing could finally make his escape with a bit more ease.

The chase continued, with one side pursuing and the other fleeing, as they all sped toward the summit of White Cloud Mountain.