Chapter 1583 - 1478: Stalling for Time

In front of him was a vast expanse of land.

Trees stretched endlessly, obscuring the sky.

This wasn’t a main road, but a dense forest.

To avoid the chase of that mysterious figure, Qin Hao had purposely chosen this route to flee.

Before arriving at Kang City, he had already observed the surroundings of the route.

He didn’t expect that his unintentional act at the time would now truly be useful.

Calculating quickly, Qin Hao realized he had been running for several minutes.

His speed was unprecedentedly fast, far exceeding any of his previous sprints.

Just as he thought he was about to reach safety.

Suddenly!!

An icy breath attacked from behind.

In that instant, Qin Hao’s body stiffened, his speed slowed down, breathing became exceptionally difficult, as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cellar.

That feeling of powerlessness gradually consumed his body and mind!

"That guy is watching me!"

His body felt heavy, yet Qin Hao still mustered all his strength to keep running.

He didn’t look back, merely controlling the spiritual qi inside him to contend with that cold breath.

His proximity exerted pressure enough to affect his actions.

Qin Hao understood that he couldn’t compare at all to that mysterious figure!

He didn’t even have the ability to fight for his life!

"Damn it! Could it be that Lei Xiuzhu and Ma Ji are dead? Why is he fixated on me!"

Qin Hao’s heart was filled with anxiety.

In his calculations, Huang Cuicui and Luo Yong were the slowest to react, and it was certain they would die without any surprises.

As for the third to die, it would either be Ma Ji or Lei Xiuzhu.

The former wasn’t fast enough and could easily be killed by the mysterious figure.

The latter, as the daughter of Lei Dingtian, was more likely to attract attention.

But despite all calculations, Qin Hao hadn’t expected that the guy would pursue him so quickly.

"Damn it! Am I really going to die here?"

As Qin Hao grew increasingly frantic, a gust of wind came from above, followed by a cold shout emerging from the wind: "Little punk, was it you who hurt my disciple?"

The voice was light, but to Qin Hao, it sounded like spring thunder.

Boom!

Qin Hao’s entire body trembled, he suddenly spat out blood, and his body stumbled forward as he was about to fall. With all his might, he rolled on the ground, rising to his feet before running again.

Time was ticking, and he used every ounce of strength he had left to escape.

Sadly, with a swoosh, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, hovering in mid-air, watching with indifferent eyes.

Instantly, Qin Hao stopped in place, his face looking especially grim.

"Little punk, are you running? Why aren’t you running anymore?" The short old man stared at Qin Hao, with a mocking expression.

"Alas..." In the moment of crisis, Qin Hao wasn’t as tense as before, his mind working quickly, he sighed: "Sir, with such heaven-defying strength, my skills are like an ant in comparison. How can I run away?"

"Haha, at least you have some self-awareness." Daoist Shan Xu laughed coldly, his face wearing a trace of pride.

"I have no other virtues, my only virtue is self-awareness." Qin Hao’s face was full of sorrow: "Sir, I realize today I can’t escape this fate. I don’t ask to keep living, I have just one request. When you kill me, can you not ruin my face?"

Daoist Shan Xu was a bit surprised.

He hadn’t expected that even at this moment, Qin Hao showed no sign of fear.

He proposed such a bizarre request.

To know, others caught by him were all scared half to death, spending each minute, each second in fearful distress.

But Qin Hao was exceptionally calm, truly surprising.

"Kid, you are quite interesting..." Daoist Shan Xu’s brows carried a hint of coldness. "What’s your name?"

"Junior Qin Hao." Qin Hao respectfully clasped his hands: "I killed your disciple because he wanted to kill me..."

"No need for explanations, reasons are unimportant to me, you killed my disciple, then you must die."

Daoist Shan Xu spoke coldly, his large robe fluttering wildly without wind, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually becoming evident.

"Alas..."

Qin Hao showed a look of desperation, "Alright then, I’ll die. But before I do, sir, can you tell me your name? So I can mention it to King Yama when I get to hell."

"Outsiders call me Daoist Shan Xu."

A smile appeared on Daoist Shan Xu’s icy face: "After killing so many, I have become somewhat numb. But slaying a prospective young talent like you is quite nice."

Saying this, he was about to make a move, but Qin Hao surprisingly asked: "Daoist Shan Xu? The ancestor of the Wuji Sect, known as the number one demon from two hundred years ago, Daoist Shan Xu?"

"That’s me..." Daoist Shan Xu couldn’t help but feel a bit proud.

"I heard that Sect Leader Lei suffered a loss at your hands back then, is that true?" Qin Hao showed a full face of surprise: "Our Sect Leader, such a powerful person, suffered a loss to you, how terrifying your strength must be!"

"Haha..." Daoist Shan Xu’s face revealed more pride.

Qin Hao continued: "In the past, I always thought the Evil Sect were all despicable and lowly. But after hearing about your deeds, I realized that the supposed Immortal Path doesn’t differentiate between right and wrong. In the past, our sect leader plotted to ambush you. Wouldn’t that method be considered inferior..."

At this point, Daoist Shan Xu clapped his hands, exclaiming: "Indeed so! That Lei Dingtian, Lei the Kid, couldn’t defeat me by himself, so he called others to ambush me... Such despicable methods, and they call him a leader of righteousness?"

"That’s true..." Qin Hao clasped his hands in compliment: "So I always thought, the Immortal Path doesn’t inherently have a division between good and bad. Cultivators pursue freedom and transcendence. In the face of the true path, all schemes are futile!"

"Good boy! Your words have insight!"

Daoist Shan Xu’s eyes shined, considering this little disciple of the Huashan Sect quite interesting.

"It’s just a pity..." Qin Hao sighed softly: "The Immortal Path is hard to tread. I’ve been exploring for so long but remain just a pawn. Wanting to be as free as the elder, it would probably take half a lifetime..."

"Haha, you shouldn’t be too discouraged. Seeing your knowledge, I will make your death swift, for the sake of minimizing your pain..."

Daoist Shan Xu spoke lightly, his face revealing murderous intent once more.

"Damn! Saying so much, this old ghost still wants to kill me!"

Qin Hao’s heart was filled with agony. He spoke so much nonsense, merely trying to change the subject, delay his death, hoping to find a chance to escape.

Yet, it seemed all his words were wasted.

This old ghost’s murderous intent had not changed!

"Come on, child, don’t be afraid, I’ll be quick when I act..."

Daoist Shan Xu said, raising his hand, spreading his five fingers, his palm aimed at Qin Hao’s forehead.