Chapter 438: Pursuit (Patreon)

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After bidding farewell to Wang Hong, he once again headed south, preparing to return to his own Mountain Valley.

Now, both brothers had their own pursuits and goals, and it was impossible to force them to stay together; it wouldn't be good for either of them.

Traveling alone, he became much more cautious, especially since Demonic Beasts were everywhere now.

Wang Hong, who was resting on Little Peng's back, suddenly opened his eyes. He saw a streak of rainbow light approaching rapidly from a distance.

Wang Hong instructed Little Peng to halt temporarily and remained alert.

"Hahaha! Wang Xiaoyou, you're quite fast. I almost couldn't catch up," a voice rang out as the streak of light came to a stop, revealing the figure of a cultivator. It was Xing Zhuo from Taihao Sect. He had failed to obtain the Jade Marrow Pill from Wang Hong earlier, was rebuffed by Feng Ji, but had ultimately caught up.

"Hahaha! It's such a coincidence! I never expected to meet you here, senior!" Wang Hong seemed unaware of Xing Zhuo's intentions and wore a pleasing expression as he approached Xing Zhuo.

With his body refining cultivation level, he wasn't afraid of facing even a Golden Core cultivator in close combat.

Seeing Wang Hong approaching, Xing Zhuo only furrowed his brow slightly but made no move to stop him, allowing Wang Hong to get closer.

"Let's not beat around the bush. Hand over all your storage items, and I'll spare your life," Xing Zhuo said directly. He had limited patience and didn't intend to waste too much time here.

"If that's the case, I'll willingly offer them," Wang Hong replied. At that moment, Wang Hong had reached a distance of about ten feet from Xing Zhuo. Before Xing Zhuo could react, Wang Hong's figure blurred, and he darted towards Xing Zhuo.

In an instant, Wang Hong appeared right in front of Xing Zhuo, his fist clenched and aimed at Xing Zhuo.

This punch carried the force of hundreds of thousands of pounds and produced a faint sonic boom. Wang Hong believed that this punch alone would shatter Xing Zhuo's body into pieces.

However, just as the punch was about to land, Xing Zhuo seemed well-prepared. A white light suddenly radiated around him.

The force of the punch, with its hundreds of thousands of pounds of power, struck this layer of white light, which appeared like a shield of swords. Apart from its defensive capabilities, it also had a counterattack feature.

"Hehe! Trying to sneak attack me? When I was already renowned in the Cultivation World, your grandfather was still playing in the mud wearing open-crotch pants!" Xing Zhuo sneered. He was hovering in the air with his hands behind his back, showing a look of disdain.

At the same time, a hazy white Flying Sword flew out from his body. Its exact shape was unclear, but it shot towards Wang Hong like a white rainbow.

The white rainbow was incredibly fast, and Wang Hong had no way to dodge it. He didn't seem to have any Spiritual Weapons capable of withstanding such a fierce attack either.

Just at that moment, a golden light streaked in from behind and collided with the white rainbow in front of Wang Hong. The collision of the two created a shockwave of Spiritual Energy that pushed Wang Hong back several steps.

Wang Hong thought he was lucky; if it weren't for Little Peng's timely rescue, he wasn't sure if he could have survived this encounter.

In the air, one of Little Peng's golden feathers was locked in a fierce battle with the white Flying Sword.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Hong released a swarm of Poisonous Bees. Under Wang Hong's command, the Poisonous Bees buzzed toward Xing Zhuo.

These Poisonous Bees, under Wang Hong's control, first targeted the white light shield protecting Xing Zhuo. However, as soon as they made contact, many of the Poisonous Bees fell like raindrops.

These Poisonous Bees were unexpectedly cut down by the white light in an instant, significantly reducing their numbers. Even the previously unstoppable Poisonous Bees were now helpless against the white light. Wang Hong had no choice but to recall them.

As the battle between Little Peng and Xing Zhuo continued, Little Peng gradually found itself at a disadvantage. Its golden feathers were now riddled with gaps.

Little Peng had only recently advanced to the third tier, and its primary feather had been tempered for too short a time. There was still a considerable gap between it and a sword cultivator's primary Flying Sword.

Moreover, Xing Zhuo was a mid-Golden Core cultivator, one Realm higher than Little Peng. Combined with the fact that sword cultivators generally had superior combat abilities, it seemed that Little Peng would ultimately be defeated.

Seeing this, Wang Hong extended his hand, conjuring a ball of Spirit Fire. With his current strength, this Spirit Fire was the only thing that posed a threat to Xing Zhuo.

He had considered using poison, but the white light shield around Xing Zhuo prevented toxins from penetrating.

The ball of Spirit Fire flew towards Xing Zhuo and landed on the layer of protective light around him. The Spirit Fire burned intensely, causing the white light to flicker and waver.

"Hmph! Do you really think you can participate in a battle against a Golden Core cultivator?" Xing Zhuo sneered. Then he pointed a finger at Wang Hong. Within the radiant glow of the Flying Sword engaged in battle with Little Peng, a sword qi was released and shot rapidly towards Wang Hong.

Although it was just a separated sword qi, its power was extraordinary. Wang Hong quickly summoned a wooden shield to block it.

Upon contact, the wooden shield lost its radiance and eventually dissipated the sword qi.

On Little Peng's side, as Xing Zhuo divided his attention to deal with Wang Hong, the situation had slightly improved, and it was no longer in complete retreat.

As for the primary feather on Little Peng's body, which had too many wounds, it was retracted, and another primary feather was used in its place.

The battle between the two sides continued in this manner. Although Little Peng and Wang Hong were not as powerful as Xing Zhuo, with Wang Hong's efforts to hold him back, Little Peng managed to maintain a tenuous advantage.

This kind of battle persisted for three hours. After such prolonged combat, all three parties showed signs of fatigue.

Wang Hong had replenished his Spiritual Power several times using Spirit Wine. Even Little Peng, being a demonic beast, had replenished its Spiritual Power with Spirit Wine twice by now.

Xing Zhuo was the one suffering the most. He hadn't expected that this human and beast pair would resort to such tricks.

Wang Hong's use of Spirit Wine to restore Spiritual Power wasn't a big deal, as Tier 2 Spirit Wine, though rare, could still be collected in small quantities. However, this clown was using Tier 3 Spirit Wine, an extremely rare and valuable item. He had only gathered half a catty of it before, and it was all depleted during his battles with the Demon Clan.

This made him even more determined to kill Wang Hong and find out what secrets this Foundation Building cultivator was hiding.

After the previous battles, Wang Hong realized that even when combined with Little Peng, they were not a match for Xing Zhuo in a direct confrontation. However, they could compete in terms of resources. If they could just maintain their defensive stance, pile up resources, and endure, they might eventually outlast Xing Zhuo.

Realizing this, Wang Hong continuously attacked Xing Zhuo with everything he had, throwing various Talismans at him, even though they couldn't penetrate the white light shield. His goal was to deplete Xing Zhuo's Spiritual Power.

With his vast experience, Xing Zhuo had naturally noticed this tactic and knew that it wouldn't be in his favor if the battle continued like this for too long.

So, he made a resolute decision. The radiance of the Flying Sword in the air surged, and he swung it down towards Little Peng's golden feather. With a crisp sound, Little Peng's primary feather snapped in two.

The Flying Sword didn't stop there; it continued its trajectory and slashed across one of Little Peng's wings, causing blood to splatter.

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