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"Ah... I'm going to kill you!" He seemed to have lost his mind in anger, his figure swaying as he rushed to Ren Pingsheng's side, slashing down with his sword. Ren Pingsheng utilized nine Phantom Bodies to continuously evade. For a moment, he was not injured.
"You can't escape!" He twisted his long sword, and countless flames erupted from the ground. Within a hundred feet, it transformed again into a Fire Sea, which was the Flame Explosion he had used before. This was a fusion of the Fire Realm and Earth's Realm, manifested in the form of a volcanic eruption.
"Boom..." A pillar of fire erupted, spewing scorching lava that instantly enveloped Ren Pingsheng. The nine Phantom Bodies shattered simultaneously, leaving him with nowhere to run. The surrounding void twisted under the intense heat, and despite the protection of true energy, Ren Pingsheng's clothes and hair began to turn scorched yellow.
"Block it!" Ren Pingsheng waved his left hand, raising a true energy shield while dodging the fire pillar's attack and flying outward. He could no longer stay here; it was too dangerous.
"Where do you think you're going? Get back in there." Just as he was about to escape, he felt a tightening around him, followed by a sword light striking him, sending him flying back into the Fire Sea. At that moment, the old man appeared with a sinister expression, clearly intent on not letting Ren Pingsheng escape.
"Damn it!" Ren Pingsheng cursed. Back in the Fire Sea, his expression turned grim. He had just sensed a slight drop in temperature around him when he saw the old man strike down again with his sword, turning the entire world back into a Fire Sea.
"Haha, just wait here to die; let's see how long you can hold out." He laughed heartily outside, his eyes fixed on Ren Pingsheng.
"Take another hit from me!" Seeing Ren Pingsheng being struck by another sudden burst of fire and sent flying out again, he shouted loudly. A crimson sword energy flashed towards Ren Pingsheng. He barely managed to block it; suspended in mid-air, he was immediately sent flying again, falling into the Fire Sea. Blood stained the sky as he fell; although he had managed to block that last strike with difficulty, part of the fully developed Fire Realm attack had gotten through, worsening his injuries.
"I can't stay here. The consumption of true energy is too severe; if this continues, I will definitely be the one who dies." As Ren Pingsheng was about to be engulfed by flames, he halted his movement. Wiping away the blood at the corner of his mouth and feeling a sharp pain in his chest, he knew he couldn't go on like this.
"I hope I can break through this time; I can't deal with this level of strong opponent right now." He took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation within him, and flashed to the edge of the flames.
"Just as I thought!" Seeing a sword energy coming towards him, he sighed inwardly. His figure swayed as nine Phantom Bodies appeared around him. Finally managing to narrowly avoid that strike, he shifted to another phantom nearby without hesitation and slashed out with his sword, creating a blood cloud that enveloped a twenty-foot radius.
At that moment, Ren Pingsheng moved and was already fifty feet away. Then he executed the Heavenly Sword Technique. The entire void paused as the sword energy flickered and vanished. Just then, the old man burst out from the blood cloud, looking crimson and coincidentally collided with the incoming Heavenly Sword Technique.
"Boom..." Ren Pingsheng didn't care about what happened behind him and turned to flee. Suddenly, an unknown sword energy came from somewhere at high speed and struck Ren Pingsheng.
"Pfft... Damn it!" In mid-air, continuous strikes had severely injured him. After spitting out blood, he had no time to find out who had attacked him; his figure suddenly vanished as he flickered away into the distance.
"Bastard! How could I not keep him here?" The old man who had emerged from the explosion of the Heavenly Sword Technique was also slightly injured and disheveled. That last strike had been one he used while sustaining injuries himself; it was very covert at the moment of explosion just to delay Ren Pingsheng's speed.
"Damn it! Is this what Demonic Cultivation Method's attack methods are like?" He shouted with an ugly expression and immediately closed his eyes to suppress the turmoil of blood within him.
"You won't escape after being so heavily injured." In just one minute's time, the old man opened his eyes and directly pursued Ren Pingsheng's direction of disappearance at a speed even faster than Ren Pingsheng's.
"Hmph! Just using useless little tricks." The old man flying through the air felt a chill in his expression; after flashing his long sword several times, suddenly nine Phantom Bodies that had emerged from beside him dissipated. Those were left by Ren Pingsheng's Ninefold Phantom Body but were still insufficient against a strong opponent at this level.
"Well, such speed. It seems this Phantom Body is not very effective, but delaying for a second is still good." Sixty miles away, Ren Pingsheng's expression changed slightly, then he waved his hand again, creating nine more Phantom Bodies. He quickly flew away in the direction where Yi Qingyi had left.
"Very well, let's see how much true energy you can expend!" Along the way, the old man shattered one Phantom Body after another, and his expression grew increasingly grim. His speed was clearly a bit faster than Ren Pingsheng's, yet after a moment had passed, he still couldn't catch up. The advantage of speed was being consumed by those Phantom Bodies hidden along the path.
"Cough cough..." While flying, Ren Pingsheng suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and coughed violently, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood. He had been severely injured in the recent battle and had no time to rest while fleeing; his injuries were starting to worsen.
He took a healing pill, gritted his teeth, and continued to flee. At this moment, he dared not stop and could not afford to stop. If that old man caught up to him, he would have no chance of escape. If he fell into the old man's hands, it would surely end badly for him.
"Kid, head a bit west; that young girl is over a hundred miles away. But it seems she has encountered some trouble!" The Demon Emperor said, continuously guiding Ren Pingsheng in the right direction; it was no difficulty for him.
"Trouble? My troubles are not small either!" Ren Pingsheng forced a bitter smile, not daring to hesitate for even a moment.
Meanwhile, over a hundred miles away, Yi Qingyi had encountered two people: a young man and an old man, both seriously injured.
Being kind-hearted, when she saw the two asking for help, she softened and agreed to assist them. Little did she know that after saving them, the old man suddenly stopped her and seized control of the flying artifact, allowing the young man to pilot it.
Fortunately for them, as they tended to their injuries while piloting the artifact, their speed was not fast at all. Ren Pingsheng quickly caught up. At this moment, the two on the flying artifact also sensed something amiss. However, for some reason, their speed did not increase; instead, it slowed down as if they were deliberately waiting for him.
"Kid, be careful. There's a king-level expert above you; although he's severely injured, his strength should not be underestimated," the Demon Emperor warned.
"I understand. But I have to go even if it's dangerous," Ren Pingsheng's expression changed slightly but he still pursued. A distance of several miles was nothing to him; he arrived in just a few breaths.
"Ah, it's you!" Upon seeing the flying artifact ahead, he lightly tapped his toes and turned his body to land on top of it. When he saw the young man piloting the artifact, his expression showed some surprise.
It turned out that this person was Mei Xinyuan, the son of the city lord whom Ren Pingsheng had encountered in Yuzhou City. Although he looked somewhat miserable, he wasn't too badly off; however, the old man beside him appeared unstable and clearly injured. Ren Pingsheng began to speculate about their identities.
"When I saw this young lady, I knew you must be nearby. I didn't expect you really showed up; shouldn't you explain what happened to my two subordinates?" Mei Xinyuan's face lit up upon seeing Ren Pingsheng but immediately turned unfriendly as he questioned.
"I advise you to hurry up and increase your speed; there's a sect-level expert chasing after us." After glancing at him, Ren Pingsheng replied somewhat evasively.
"Oh? So what if someone is chasing us? It's not like they're after us."
"Hehe, but I think he would be more interested in an injured king-level expert."
"You..." Mei Xinyuan's expression changed. His father was currently severely injured with greatly diminished strength; it was uncertain whether he could even fight back. If they truly encountered a sect-level expert, it would indeed be dangerous. After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately decided not to take that risk and immediately exerted all his effort into piloting the flying artifact.
This flying artifact was already quite fast and compared favorably against sect-level experts without losing any speed. Unfortunately, with four people aboard, its speed was significantly reduced compared to its peak performance. The old man behind them also detected this flying artifact with his spiritual sense and sensed that there was still considerable energy emanating from above.
He hesitated for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, the flying artifact disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already nearly a hundred miles away.
"Well, he actually escaped. It seems there's something wrong. Could it be that the strong one was injured?" He wasn't foolish; he quickly made a guess and immediately pursued without hesitation. Regardless of the situation, he still planned to take a look. This speed was somewhat inferior to his own, so it wouldn't take long to catch up.
At this moment, Ren Pingsheng had already dispelled Killing Heart and was sitting on the flying artifact to begin healing. At the same time, he rescued Yi Qingyi, who had been restrained. The old man beside him, who was also healing, seemed oblivious to his actions.
"Ren Brother, I..." Yi Qingyi lowered her head in shame, not knowing what to say.
"Qingyi, it's fine. Just keep an eye on things while I heal," he comforted her before closing his eyes. At this moment, recovering from his injuries was the most important thing.
True Qi replaced Demonic Energy within him and flowed continuously under the operation of Ancient Lan Divine Art. Some of the sword energy that had invaded his body was gradually expelled. However, the Fire Realm that clung to him showed no signs of progress even after he exerted himself for quite a while.
Suddenly, the Six-Colored Cyclone in his Dantian began to spin violently, and surprisingly, the stubborn Fire Realm was gradually pulled into the Six-Colored Cyclone. The red color representing fire within it brightened a few shades.
"Sigh, this Dantian is truly miraculous; I can't tell if it's good or bad." Ren Pingsheng had long since become accustomed to such phenomena. Back in Sword King Tomb and Inheritance Tower, this cyclone could absorb the Five Elements' Artistic Conception. Now that the Fire Realm was being absorbed, it seemed only natural to him.
"Kid, do you want to make a big profit? The King-Level Expert and that sect-level powerhouse behind him must have plenty of good stuff," the Demon Emperor suddenly said mysteriously.
"I don't even know if I can escape with my life right now; let's forget about those things!"
"Kid, you're thinking about this all wrong. If you can't escape, your life is in danger; if you can escape, your life is still in danger. Do you think that son of the Yuzhou City lord will let you go? Once that King-Level Expert's injuries heal a bit, even if you sprout wings, you won't be able to escape. Instead of waiting for that moment, why not let them fight each other while we profit from it?"
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