Of course, the claim that the Death Dark Flame guarantees death is somewhat exaggerated—there are ways to mitigate such an outcome.
But there’s no doubt that the Death Dark Flame is truly terrifying!
That much is indisputable.
Pills refined with the Death Dark Flame are infused with a “death” attribute, turning them into fearsome poison pills!
Unless tempered with other holy flames, they are more toxic than any poison in the world.
“Until we meet again!”
After activating the Fire Snake Array, Ling Xiao didn’t even glance at the corpses littering the ground. Listening to the incessant screams, he vanished into the jungle once more.
“Chase him! We can’t let that kid escape!”
The Fire Snake Array posed no threat to Zhan Liu, Wu Yang, and Qin Wu. They quickly gave chase.
As for Wang She, he seemed in no hurry.
Instead, he leisurely followed behind with Linglong Fairy, chatting casually.
The more Zhan Liu and the others chased, the more shocked they became. Their cultivation far surpassed Ling Xiao’s, yet they could only watch his figure grow more distant.
No wonder people in the sect had said this kid’s movement technique was astonishing. Back then, it seemed like an exaggeration, but now, it clearly wasn’t.
The three exchanged glances, channeling their true essence into their feet, employing rare gold-grade movement techniques to accelerate their pursuit.
Even so, they fell further behind, gradually losing sight of Ling Xiao.
“No good, Senior Brother Zhan, let’s use the treasures! This time, Senior Brother Meng Yuan gave each of us a speed-boosting treasure. They’re one-time use, but if not now, when?” Qin Wu shouted anxiously.
“Alright!”
Zhan Liu nodded, pulling a beautifully crafted scroll from his storage ring. Unfurling it revealed a depiction of a swift soaring through the sky.
After silently chanting a spell, the swift vanished, and a pair of faintly visible wings appeared on Zhan Liu’s back.
This was a one-time-use treasure—a secret technique scroll.
If it could be used repeatedly, it would qualify as an immortal-grade artifact.
The scrolls used by Wu Yang and Qin Wu were identical, showing that Meng Yuan had spared no expense to kill Ling Xiao, procuring such rare items from who-knows-where.
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
With the “Secret Technique Scroll: Swift Wings,” the trio’s speed doubled instantly.
Though they couldn’t fly, their gliding distance and speed surged, closing the gap with Ling Xiao in moments.
The figure they’d lost sight of was now clearly visible.
“That Meng Yuan—I swear I’ll kill him!”
Hearing the sound of air breaking behind him, Ling Xiao glanced back and cursed inwardly.
Meng Yuan had gone so far as to use such treasures to hunt him down—what a waste!
Secret technique scrolls were incredibly difficult to craft, requiring mastery of array refinement and divine rune extraction.
Most were brought from other continents, costing a fortune.
On the Heavenly Dragon Continent, warriors typically used them as escape tools, yet these three were using them to chase Ling Xiao.
Talk about extravagance.
Ling Xiao felt a pang of regret—if only he could snatch those treasures!
“Ling Xiao, you’re dead today!”
With the scrolls’ power, Zhan Liu took the lead, closing in on Ling Xiao.
Wu Yang and Qin Wu, with slightly weaker cultivation, lagged behind despite using the same scrolls.
Zhan Liu’s roar echoed as he unleashed more true essence, boosting his speed further.
Faintly, a willow tree’s shadow loomed behind him.
Indeed, one of the Four Wood Guests.
The earlier one had an iron cedar martial soul; this one had a willow martial soul—quite interesting.
Seeing Zhan Liu’s ferocious expression, Ling Xiao grinned, “If you’ve got the skill, catch me first. Don’t end up like Tieshan.”
Before his words faded, Ling Xiao pointed a finger, and a qi sword shot forth.
“Celestial Phenomenon Power: Thunderbolt Sword!”
The qi sword, imbued with the celestial phenomena of thunder and lightning, surged toward Zhan Liu like a bolt of lightning.
“Break!”
As the qi sword approached, Zhan Liu didn’t dare underestimate it. His longsword flicked, soft as a willow branch—this guy had chosen a flexible sword to match his martial soul.
“Willow Leaf Sword Technique: Flying Willow Strike!”
The soft sword snapped straight, true essence condensing into dozens of willow branches that crashed toward Ling Xiao’s thunderbolt sword.
*Crack! Crack! Crack!*
The clash rang out, blasting nearby trees into splinters. Weaker trees snapped outright, looking pitiful.
The ground was pockmarked, flickering with eerie blue electric sparks.
“No wonder he was so arrogant in the sect. He’s got some skill—this attack is only slightly weaker than mine!” Zhan Liu thought, surprised.
But he gauged Ling Xiao’s strength as inferior to his.
After all, he’d only used seventy to eighty percent of his power in that hasty defense, and Ling Xiao was weaker still—likely around seventy to eighty percent of his strength.
With that cunning, it wasn’t surprising he’d killed Tieshan.
With this in mind, Zhan Liu kicked off a tree, using the rebound to lunge dozens of meters forward.
The secret technique scroll’s power was extraordinary—normally, he’d cover just ten meters at best.
“Little beast, die! I’ll use your blood to honor Tieshan and Heisuo!”
Zhan Liu drew closer, his fury intensifying at the thought of Tieshan, his sworn brother, and Heisuo, his benefactor.
He had to avenge them!
But a man blinded by vengeance often loses his cool-headedness. He failed to notice that Wu Yang and Qin Wu, who’d been just a dozen meters behind, had vanished.
Ling Xiao appeared to be fleeing, but he was luring Zhan Liu into a one-on-one fight.
He knew he couldn’t win three-on-one, even with his Primordial Golden Dragon form.
But one-on-one, his chances were much higher.
Most crucially, he had to avoid Wang She.
That guy was the biggest threat—Ling Xiao’s current strength likely couldn’t match someone at the eighth level of the Mortal Realm.
“Idiot, catch me first before talking about revenge.”
Ling Xiao glanced back at Zhan Liu, mainly to check if the others were following.
His eyes could see miles away with ease.
Wu Yang and Qin Wu were now wandering aimlessly in the jungle like headless flies.
And Wang She had run into trouble—encountering a freshly healed lava behemoth.
