Chapter 83

Gu Fei, holding the unconscious Ling Luoyan, rushed into the pile of boulders in the valley. Just as he had hidden, a streak of firelight, resembling a rainbow, shot from the northern sky, chasing after the golden sword light that had swept Liu Yunhe southward.

The speed of the two streaks of sword light was extremely fast, even surpassing the five ghosts who had fled. In an instant, they were far away.

"Zhao Xuanji, you traitor..." A faint voice came from the southern sky, clearly from the person who had used the thunderfire to disperse the ghostly fog, break the ghostly formation set by the Five Ghost Banners, and rescue Liu Yunhe.

"Zhao Xuanji..." Gu Fei stared at the fleeting firelight in the distance, his body radiating a murderous aura. Zhao Xuanji had twice forced him into a deathtrap, and Gu Fei remembered this clearly.

If it weren't for the cultivation technique of transforming weapons and refining the body, which the Immortal Xuantian had passed down to him, and the unremarkable purple short staff that his master had left him, which he had melted into his body, Gu Fei would have already died under Zhao Xuanji's flying sword.

"It's not the right time now. I'll settle this score when I break through to the Transcendent Realm!" A fierce, murderous light flashed in Gu Fei's eyes as he spoke in a low voice. Zhao Xuanji was a sword cultivator in the Transcendent Realm, and among cultivators of the same level, he was an absolutely powerful existence. Gu Fei did not yet have the strength to contend with such a cultivator.

He retracted his gaze and walked out of the boulders, still holding Ling Luoyan. He dared not stay in the small valley and quickly rushed out, entering the primeval forest outside the valley. Having grown up in the mountains, he was extremely familiar with this kind of primeval forest filled with unknown dangers.

Sure enough, not long after Gu Fei left, a streak of firelight suddenly appeared in the southern sky, shooting toward the valley. Soon, a faint sound of breaking air came from above, and a figure riding a fiery sword appeared in the sky over the valley.

The figure stood in the air, his black clothes flapping in the wind, and his cold, evil eyes scanned the ground below. This person was none other than Zhao Xuanji, the Fire Sword Demon, who had already fallen into the path of demons and harbored a deep grudge against Gu Fei.

"Just now, when I passed by here, I felt that person's aura..." Zhao Xuanji's face was dark and terrifying, as if it could drip water. He muttered to himself.

"That person was already struck down by my sword into a ten-thousand-foot abyss. How could they still be alive? Was it my illusion, or did I overthink it?" After a moment's thought, Zhao Xuanji merged with his sword, transforming into a ten-foot streak of fiery sword light, and flew northward, disappearing under the starry sky.

This was the terrifying power of the Sword Immortal path. In the Transcendent Realm, sword cultivators condensed sword pills from boundless sword qi, refining their treasured swords to the point where they could be integrated into their bodies. With these spiritual swords, they could traverse the heavens and roam the world.

By spitting out sword pills, they could kill enemies from miles away. This kind of ability was unique to sword cultivators in the Transcendent Realm.

Gu Fei had already experienced the terror of Zhao Xuanji, so when Zhao Xuanji returned, he had already carried Ling Luoyan and traveled more than twenty to thirty miles into the primeval forest.

Once Gu Fei entered the forest, it was like a fish entering the sea. How could Zhao Xuanji still find his trail? However, in the primeval forest, without the guidance of the stars or the moon, it was difficult to accurately determine direction. Thus, Gu Fei found himself lost in the dark, dense forest.

If an ordinary person were to get lost in such a primeval forest filled with hidden dangers, their fate would be to become prey for fierce beasts.

Gu Fei did not dare to leap onto the treetops to travel, as this would be too conspicuous. Even in the darkness of night, someone with Zhao Xuanji's cultivation could see as clearly as in daylight.

If Zhao Xuanji discovered his trail, it would be very dangerous. After all, the first two times, Gu Fei had escaped Zhao Xuanji's sword by a hair's breadth. If they met again, Gu Fei knew he would surely die, even with the protection of the technique of transforming weapons and refining the body. There would be no more luck.

After carefully walking another three to four miles in the dense forest, Gu Fei noticed that the trees around him seemed to be taller and more massive. He seemed to be heading deeper into the primeval forest.

The trees, which required several people to encircle, had intertwined roots and hundred-foot-old vines. The forest was dense and wild, and it did not seem to be a peaceful place. Perhaps fierce beasts roamed here, as he noticed that there were no traces of small animals nearby.

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a gust of foul wind surged from the forest, blowing in his face. The thick layer of dead branches and leaves on the ground was swept into the air, swirling everywhere.

At the same time, a huge black shadow suddenly darted out from the forest ahead, crouching on the ground. Its green eyes emitted a fierce, murderous light, staring at Gu Fei. The forest was instantly filled with a terrifying aura.

Gu Fei focused his gaze and saw that the black shadow that had pounced from the forest was a giant tiger, a black tiger about four to five meters long.

Clouds follow dragons, and tigers bring wind. It was just a large beast. Gu Fei smiled, not taking the fierce tiger seriously. However, he seemed to think of something, and his expression instantly became extremely serious.

"Whoosh!" Gu Fei, still holding Ling Luoyan, disappeared on the spot and reappeared next to the giant tiger. At that moment, the tiger was about to let out a roar to intimidate all the beasts.

However, Gu Fei could not let the black tiger roar. The roar of this giant tiger could be heard for tens of miles in the quiet forest. If Zhao Xuanji were still nearby, it would be disastrous.

Spinning his body and swinging his leg, Gu Fei's right leg whipped out like a large, rapidly moving whip, striking the tiger's head with great force. The air was compressed by the leg's momentum, producing a low, thunderous sound, as if the air had been shattered, creating a deafening roar.

"Boom!" "Crack!" The several-hundred-pound tiger was sent flying by Gu Fei's kick, and a bone-crushing sound echoed, sending shivers down one's spine.

The fierce tiger was pitiful. It had intended to roar and then pounce on the prey that had appeared before it, but before it could even let out a roar, it was struck by a kick, its skull shattered, and blood gushed from its seven orifices. It flew out like a broken sack and landed heavily on the ground, causing the earth to tremble. The ground was covered with dead leaves and dust, and the tiger lay motionless, dead.

"Hmph! This beast's skull is quite hard." Gu Fei smiled, glancing at the unfortunate king of the beasts. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped, walked to the black tiger, grabbed one of its hind legs, and with a powerful pull, tore it off, blood splattering. He then carried Ling Luoyan and turned to leave.