Chapter 64

Xuanming was also somewhat surprised by the speed that Zhan Yi displayed. From the surveillance, he had seen Zhan Yi and knew that he was just an ordinary person, but he didn't expect that in less than a month, Zhan Yi's speed would be on par with his, a cultivator at the Void Condensation stage.

However, Xuanming, with his long cultivation experience, was far more battle-tested than Zhan Yi. Seeing Zhan Yi's attack, he quickly extended his left palm, and a black light burst from it, forming a light barrier to block Zhan Yi's assault.

With a loud bang, Zhan Yi collided with the light barrier and was thrown back. At this moment, the injured masked woman, worried, called out, "Sir, be careful."

After being thrown back, Zhan Yi didn't fall, but hearing the woman's voice, he couldn't help but shout anxiously, "I said, miss, you should run. What are you standing there for? Do you want to be raped?"

"Sir, how can I run? You saved me, and I must repay you," the woman said firmly, shaking her head.

"Damn it, I didn't save you at all. Can't you see I can't beat him? I'll have to run too. If you don't run, you'll be raped by him, you stupid woman," Zhan Yi said, growing more anxious and losing his temper.

The woman, not expecting her good intentions to be met with such harsh words, felt tears well up in her eyes and said, "You...," then covered her face and limped away, running into the distance.

While they were talking, Zhan Yi had already retracted the Demon Silk and barely avoided several of Xuanming's attacks. Seeing the woman finally run far away, he felt relieved. Xuanming, however, looked even angrier, "You little brat, not only did you destroy my basement, but you also let the beauty I worked hard to catch escape. Today, I'll make sure you die a miserable death."

"Go to hell, Xuanming, you scumbag. Just by looking at you, I can tell your little d*ck is tiny. Why do you even bother with women? Don't you feel inferior? Masturbating at home is your best choice," Zhan Yi, knowing he couldn't beat Xuanming, could only dodge but was much more skilled with his mouth.

"Argh, you little brat, how dare you speak to me like that? I'll kill you and turn you into a shit-eating corpse slave, making you eat shit for the rest of your life," Xuanming shouted in anger, swinging his duster and sending waves of energy toward Zhan Yi.

Boom... Several loud explosions rang out around Zhan Yi. Despite trying to dodge, Xuanming's energy was too dense, and the final explosion injured his shoulder.

"Damn it, Xuanming, what does your small d*ck have to do with me? When I become powerful enough, I'll cut off your d*ck and turn you into shit," Zhan Yi cursed, clutching his shoulder.

"Little brat, I'll make sure you can't talk nonsense anymore. If I don't kill you today, I'll write my name backward," Xuanming, growing angrier with each insult, shook his duster and chanted, causing a black cloud to gather above his head and then rush toward Zhan Yi.

Feeling the immense energy in the black cloud, Zhan Yi's heart raced. He waved his hand and shouted, "Summon the magical treasure." A red light shot out from his hand, and he quickly retreated. Xuanming, with a sneer, caught the red light, only to find it was an ordinary rope. By then, Zhan Yi had already run a considerable distance. Hearing a fierce wind behind him, followed by continuous explosions, he was knocked to the ground.

A sharp pain shot through his back, and Zhan Yi knew he hadn't dodged Xuanming's attack. He was severely injured but quickly got up and fled, activating the energy in his body to run away.

Xuanming, realizing he had caught an ordinary rope, knew Zhan Yi was trying to escape and quickly pursued him. The two ran through the forest, one in front and the other behind. Although Zhan Yi wasn't a match for Xuanming in combat, his body's energy was not much weaker, making it not too difficult to escape. However, with multiple injuries, he soon felt his body weakening, and the blood from his wounds flowed more as his energy circulated faster.

Zhan Yi was desperate, thinking that if he survived this time, he would find a cultivation technique to practice, as having a lot of energy but no long-range attack was a significant disadvantage.

Finally, as they ran out of the forest, Zhan Yi was hit by several more of Xuanming's attacks, and the injuries from before made him feel he couldn't hold on much longer. Just then, he saw the path ahead was blocked by a cliff several yards wide.

Zhan Yi cursed, already feeling extremely unlucky, and now facing this situation, he didn't know how he could survive. Xuanming, seeing Zhan Yi stop at the cliff's edge, also stopped and laughed, "Ha... little brat, where do you think you can run now? But if you kneel and kowtow to me three times, calling me 'grandpa,' I'll leave you a whole corpse."

Looking at Xuanming's smug face, Zhan Yi knew his chances of survival were slim. Since he was going to die anyway, he wasn't afraid anymore and deliberately asked, "What did you say I should call you?"

"Grandpa," Xuanming shouted loudly.

"Ah... grandson, say it two more times for me, ha ha..." Zhan Yi laughed.

However, he was also conflicted. His energy was already chaotic from the run, and the suppressed demonic aura was beginning to surge. He knew if he didn't control it, he would be possessed by the demonic aura and become a half-human, half-demon monster. But if that happened, his strength would greatly increase, and he might even be able to kill Xuanming.

But another concern was that if he became a half-human, half-demon monster, he would lose the chance to purify the demonic aura. Should he try to control the demonic aura and be killed, or take a chance to kill Xuanming? He didn't know what to choose.

Xuanming, however, was furious. Zhan Yi had mocked him multiple times, and even now, at the brink of death, he refused to submit. This severely wounded Xuanming's pride. He waved his duster and said viciously, "Little brat, today I'll make sure you die a miserable death. Yin-Yang Dust of Vengeful Souls."

As he spoke, a red light burst from his duster, and the strands of the duster turned red, coiling toward Zhan Yi. A huge blood-red skull with a gaping mouth also appeared on the strands, aiming for Zhan Yi's head. (Three updates today, brothers, have a good weekend. Also, please support with likes and follows, no hard feelings.)

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