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"Little beast, where do you think you're running?" Although the figure of the newcomer was still hundreds of feet away, the voice was like thunder, deafening and startling.
"Oh no, it's that old guy. How did he end up here?" Seeing the rapidly approaching figure, Ren Pingsheng's expression turned grim. This person was Zhao Jingshan from the Tiger Howl Sect, who was also Zhao Zhuo's father.
Suddenly, he recalled Yang Wudi's inexplicable gaze and strange words before his death, and he immediately understood.
"This damned guy, even in death he won't let anyone have peace. He actually dared to collude with people from other sects. It's a good thing you're dead; otherwise, I would have torn you to pieces."
"I can't let this old guy catch up to me; otherwise, it would be dangerous this time." Ren Pingsheng gritted his teeth and instantly raised his cultivation level to the eleventh layer, increasing his speed even further.
"Hehe... little beast, don't waste your effort; you can't escape," Zhao Jingshan laughed like a night owl, his speed not decreasing but increasing instead as he closed the distance that had just been widened.
The two were in a chase, one pursuing and the other fleeing, for just a moment. The area near Black Crow Forest was indeed remote and desolate; one could go half a day without encountering another person. Naturally, there would be no one to disturb them.
"This won't do; I can't shake off this old guy. It seems that continuing to flee is useless. Today I'll test the strength of the Warrior Strongman." Ren Pingsheng reluctantly stopped running.
There was no way around it; when it came to comparing Spiritual Energy consumption with a Warrior Strongman, he really couldn't compete. Once his Spiritual Energy was exhausted, he would truly have no power to resist. Moreover, although his Movement Technique was decent, it didn't provide a significant advantage. He wasn't strong enough to treat a Warrior Strongman as if they were nothing.
"Hehe, little beast, why aren't you running anymore? I told you that you can't escape." Zhao Jingshan caught up and said with a mocking smile.
"Uh... I really don't know where I offended Elder Zhao for you to chase me like this."
"Still pretending to be confused with me? Let's not talk about anything else; you killed my Tiger Howl Sect's Elite Disciple. That alone is enough reason. Of course, this matter doesn't concern me much; let me ask you where you got the Seven Star Sword Technique from?"
"Seven Star Sword Technique? I obtained it by chance before I became an Elite Disciple. Does this Sword Technique have anything to do with Elder Zhao?"
"Obtained by chance? Hehe... you probably don't know yet, but the Seven Star Sword Technique is a family heirloom of the Zhao family. Unless someone dies, it cannot be obtained by others. Little beast, honestly tell me—did you kill Zhuo'er?"
Zhao Jingshan's eyes were filled with hatred as he stared at Ren Pingsheng, as if the moment Ren Pingsheng admitted it, he would be met with a storm of attacks.
"How could that be? The person you mentioned, I have never even seen him. I just picked up this Sword Technique casually. At that time, I found it strange; since it's a family heirloom Sword Technique, how about I return it to you?" Ren Pingsheng immediately denied it; he didn't really want to fight with Warrior Strongman.
"Picked it up? Good, very good. But my Zhuo'er is dead. Regardless of whether you killed him or not, since this Sword Technique is in your hands, let it accompany him to the grave. Otherwise, my son will be too lonely."
"Elder Zhao, you can't do this. You are a Senior; you can't be so unreasonable."
"Reason? What good is that? Can it bring my son's life back? Since it can't, why should I bother with reason?"
"But I really didn't kill him; I'm also wronged." Ren Pingsheng looked aggrieved, putting on an act.
"Hmph, if that's the case, then go die!" Zhao Jingshan seemed to lose his patience and struck out with his palm. A gust of wind surged, and Ren Pingsheng felt a tightness all over his body, pressured by the momentum. By the time he reacted, the palm wind was already upon him, and he could only helplessly draw his sword to block. He was sent flying six or seven feet away before stabilizing himself.
"This old man has such impressive strength. Just a casual strike has this kind of power." Ren Pingsheng felt his hands tingle and his chest burn.
"It seems this little beast still has some strength, but unfortunately for you, there's no way you're leaving here alive today." After saying that, he took a step forward and struck again with incredible speed that Ren Pingsheng almost couldn't react in time. He barely managed to block again and was sent flying once more.
"Damn it, I can't let this old man attack; otherwise, I'll just be taking hits." He muttered softly and disappeared in an instant.
A long sword appeared silently beside Zhao Jingshan and lightly tapped against him. Zhao Jingshan's expression changed; he hadn't expected Ren Pingsheng's Movement Technique to be so strange and silent.
However, his reaction was quick; he swept his palm and deflected the sword while retreating to dodge. Even so, his clothes were torn open with a long cut, and a trace of blood flowed out.
"What a pity; I couldn't injure him." Ren Pingsheng frowned. The surprise attack didn't yield the desired result, and he still had subsequent moves left to use. Zhao Jingshan's reactions and experience were very seasoned, leaving him no opportunity to exploit.
"You damn little beast actually managed to injure me. Good! I originally wanted to play with you a bit; since you seek death, then go die!" Zhao Jingshan's face changed from green to red and then black as he looked at Ren Pingsheng with eyes filled with hatred and anger.
He stood still while continuously striking down with his palm, sending waves of true energy sharp as knives at an astonishing speed. Within ten feet, there were dense interwoven streams of true energy.
"This is bad; he's really serious now." Seeing the dense true energy coming at him, Ren Pingsheng's face changed dramatically as he flickered continuously to avoid the streams of true energy that were like knives and swords.
Zhao Jingshan would naturally not let him off easily. His speed was fast, but Zhao Jingshan's palm wind was even faster, and soon he suffered several blows. With his stance unsteady, he was immediately hit and sent flying by several streams of true energy.
"Poof..." Ren Pingsheng landed and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The attacking power of the true energy was indeed something he could not withstand; if it weren't for the precious armor he still had on, he feared that those few hits would have cost him his life.
"There is absolutely no chance of winning. Warrior Strongman can release true energy outward, and within ten zhang, there is simply no opportunity to get close." Ren Pingsheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face pale. For his Qi Refinement Stage cultivation, he needed to be within one zhang to have a chance to severely injure his opponent. Once Sword Light exceeded a distance of one zhang, its power would greatly diminish and cause little harm.
"Hehe, you little beast are surprisingly tough; you haven't died yet. If it weren't for your connection to my son's death, I might actually hesitate to kill you!" Zhao Jingshan said with a regretful expression.
"Hmph, you old beast are getting ahead of yourself. I'm still alive and well; who lives and who dies is still uncertain!" Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but curse back; although his strength was inferior, he couldn't lose in words.
"Don't worry, I will definitely torment you well next. I will let you know what misery truly means."
"Hmph, less talk! Kill!" As Ren Pingsheng stood up, he swiftly closed in on Zhao Jingshan, the long sword in his hand glowing with a blue light as countless gentle winds gathered around him. A Sword Light about a foot long howled as it slashed out.
"You little beast, you're seeking death!" Zhao Jingshan roared, and the palm wind surged again, colliding with the Sword Light.
"Bang..." Countless dust particles flew up as Ren Pingsheng's figure spun twice before dissipating the impact. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he pushed off the surface and charged forward at an even faster speed. The long sword in his hand instantly thrust out six strikes.
"Bastard!" Zhao Jingshan continued to roar as a terrifying aura emerged from the dust cloud, with streams of true energy shooting out like rain. A figure flew out awkwardly—it was Ren Pingsheng who had charged in.
As the dust settled, Zhao Jingshan was also disheveled. He had a wound on his hand that was bleeding profusely. The recent clash had injured him as well. It seemed neither of them had gained an advantage.
"It seems that Azure Wind Sword Sect has indeed produced a genius. Artistic Conception—actually comprehended Artistic Conception. If you die, those old fellows in your sect will surely be heartbroken! That gives me another reason to kill you," Zhao Jingshan said with a mix of surprise and excitement, but mostly hatred.
"Watch me send you on your way! Tiger King Dominates the World!" He shouted in a deep voice as nearby winds howled like a typhoon, making it hard for anyone to open their eyes; the oppressive force weighed heavily on Ren Pingsheng's heart.
"Profound-Level Martial Arts—this is definitely Profound-Level Martial Arts." Ren Pingsheng roared inwardly. In this dangerous moment, he could only barely gather the Spiritual Energy within him and channel all his strength into the sword. He had no choice but to fight desperately now.
"Roar..." A Tiger Head formed from gathered true energy charged forward with a roar like a raging wind. The fierce and terrifying aura pressed down on Ren Pingsheng. His eyes narrowed as he felt the threat to his life; streams of Sword Light poured out from the long sword in his hand.
Sword Light flickered like a moth drawn to a flame, sparking briefly before vanishing. Yet Ren Pingsheng seemed tireless, retreating while swinging his sword. The consumption of Spiritual Energy grew increasingly severe.
"Final strike, slash!" A dark golden Sword Light surged forward with an unstoppable momentum, but it only caused Tiger Head to pause momentarily, consuming some of its power.
"Ah!" Ren Pingsheng let out a pained scream as he was sent flying, landing ten yards away. He lay there for a while without any reaction.
"Kid, you can't be dying so easily! I was planning to have some fun torturing you!" Zhao Jingshan approached with a grin, unable to resist kicking him twice.
"Cough cough..." Seeing Zhao Jingshan raise his hand, Ren Pingsheng suddenly opened his eyes, coughed up blood, and weakly said, "Old man, I killed your son. If you want to know where his body is, you'd better not make a move."
"What? So it was you, you little beast! I will make sure to carve you into a thousand pieces to relieve my hatred!"
"Do you really not want your son's body? If I die, you'll never find it again. It's truly pathetic for a Father like you not to even be able to find your son's body!"
"You..." Zhao Jingshan raised his hand and then lowered it again, glaring at Ren Pingsheng with bloodshot eyes. "Take me to find Zhuo'er's body. Since I can't kill you for now, I won't let you off easily."
His retracted hand suddenly struck down; Ren Pingsheng heard a 'crack' from his right arm. A piercing pain shot through him, causing cold sweat to break out on his face.
"Hmph, your right arm is already broken. You can't even hold your sword now; don't think about playing tricks. Just obediently lead the way in front."
"You despicable old man, just wait! I will avenge this grudge sooner or later," Ren Pingsheng said coldly. He then fell silent, swallowed a healing pill, and stepped toward the direction of Azure Valley.
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