Chapter 100

Step by step, Bu Li's body froze, stopping without the slightest hesitation. Dahei, however, leaped into the air and landed in front of Bu Li, facing the two Henshan Sect outer disciples. Normally, Henshan Sect outer disciples were all patterned warriors, so a black bear wasn't much to fear. But Dahei was much stronger than an ordinary black bear, even more robust than the strongest brown bear. The mountain path wasn't narrow, but with Dahei standing there, it was completely blocked, leaving no gap.

At the critical moment, Bu Li said coldly, "If you don't leave now, we'll fight!"

Dahei's small eyes glinted with a fierce light, but no one knew that he was just trying to scare them. Anyone who saw a wild beast like a small mountain staring fiercely at them on a narrow mountain path would feel uneasy. If it charged down... The two Henshan Sect outer disciples didn't dare to think further. Seeing Fan Honglei already there, they quickly retreated.

Although Bu Li was just a first-rank pattern hunter, with the combat strength of having killed the Wu brothers, these Henshan Sect outer disciples were unwilling to test whether they could defeat Bu Li. It was better to avoid and yield, rather than risk their lives for no reason.

Bu Li twisted his waist, stepped forward, and took down the ox-horn longbow from his back, already nocking an ironwood arrow.

Infusing soul power, Bu Li didn't waste a word and directly used his strongest technique.

Fan Honglei, a third-rank pattern warrior, even if Bu Li ambushed him, had less than a fifty percent chance of winning, let alone in such a situation. This made Fan Honglei even more astonished, and he didn't react in time.

What is that kid from the Xishan Remnant Clan doing? I was just scaring him, and he didn't even think, directly taking out his longbow to attack me?

Just as he thought this, a sharp gust of wind blew in his face.

A ferociously violent dragon suddenly appeared before Fan Honglei, the ironwood arrow forming its body. A wild soul force roared within the ironwood arrow, as if trying to release its violent emotions, baring its fangs and claws, extremely fierce. The black dragon was covered in a faint dark golden light. Just a glance made Fan Honglei feel as if countless needles were pricking his eyes, causing unbearable discomfort.

The dark golden light gave him a sense of sharpness, an invincible sharpness, incredibly sharp. Fan Honglei was greatly alarmed. Bu Li attacked without hesitation, but that wasn't the main issue. If Bu Li used the techniques from the "Remnant Clan Grand Trial," it would be suicidal.

But... What is this dark golden light? Does the sect have such a soul technique?

The thought flashed through his mind, immediately covered by a layer of fear. In the blink of an eye, the soul-infused black dragon roared and charged forward, and Fan Honglei could feel the violent anger emanating from the dragon.

A third-rank pattern warrior was indeed extraordinary, incomparable to those Bu Li had seen before, including Chu Zhongze. In a split second, a wall of flames appeared before Fan Honglei, his eyebrows and hair flicked by the flames, the tips already scorched yellow.

The wall of flames had just risen when the ironwood arrow reached. This defensive technique wasn't the specialty of pattern warriors, but it wasn't too much pressure against a first-rank pattern hunter. However, with Bu Li's finger ring, the powerful longbow, and the "Shatter Gold and Jade Aura" force combined, how could it be compared to an ordinary first-rank pattern hunter?

Fan Honglei made a common mistake in battle, not engaging the pattern hunter in close combat but allowing the pattern hunter to attack from a distance.

If he were fighting an equal opponent, Fan Honglei wouldn't make such a foolish mistake. But Bu Li was just a new outer disciple of the Henshan Sect, at most a first-rank pattern hunter, whom Fan Honglei didn't take seriously.

The dark golden light pierced through the flames, like the sun, countless rays of dark golden light blooming and scattering. The arrow was stopped by the wall of flames, and the soul force dissipated after releasing all its power. However, the "Shatter Gold and Jade Aura" wind scattered, piercing through the wall like countless projectiles, shooting towards Fan Honglei.

Fan Honglei's eyes stung, and he closed them, letting out a muffled roar. His body glowed with a yellow-green light, and the illusion of a sea turtle appeared behind him.

The "whoosh" sounds continued, and after a storm of wind, Fan Honglei's eyes turned red, tears streaming down. His clothes were shredded by the "Shatter Gold and Jade Aura," a sight too terrible to bear. Although Fan Honglei wasn't physically injured, the "Shatter Gold and Jade Aura" couldn't penetrate his patterned strength, leaving only white marks on his body. This attack made Fan Honglei look extremely disheveled.

Bu Li sighed slightly. Indeed, it wasn't enough. Although the "Shatter Gold and Jade Aura" had reached the first rank, it was just the beginning, barely usable.

This level of attack could make a third-rank pattern warrior look disheveled but couldn't defeat him. Bu Li sighed but saw hope. Under the star and moonlight, his cultivation speed was incredibly fast. If he could become a second-rank pattern hunter this time, ambushing Fan Honglei in the forest wouldn't be too difficult.

Missing the shot, Bu Li turned and left. Just like shooting the arrow, it was sudden.

Dahei, like a black boulder, roared and charged down. The two Henshan Sect outer disciples were terrified, though they had a head start, Dahei was still dozens of feet away. But Dahei's momentum was terrifying, as if he would crush them into paper.

They ran for their lives, and Bu Li also hurried down the mountain, following Dahei, the mountain rocks forming a blur on the side.

Fan Honglei was furious, his face red as if about to bleed. He roared and chased after Bu Li. Fortunately, no one else was around; otherwise, being forced into such a predicament by a first-rank pattern hunter would be a disgrace.

At this moment, Fan Honglei had the intent to kill. He glared viciously at Bu Li, thinking, today is your death day. Kid, don't blame me when you get to the bottom!

The mountain path was winding. For a pattern warrior, chasing a pattern hunter on such a path was extremely difficult. Fan Honglei wasn't in a hurry; once they reached the bottom, Bu Li would still be dead.

Bu Li descended the mountain, Dahei leading the way, charging straight into the nearby forest. Fan Honglei, feeling the solid ground, roared, a red glow appearing behind him, the illusion of a red gorilla with a white tuft on its forehead appearing.

"Fan Honglei, what happened to you?" A voice suddenly sounded, deep and resonant like a drum.

Fan Honglei was stunned. How did Lei Yongqiang of the Lei Zu Sect, a ninth-rank sect under the Zuhuang Divine Sect, appear here? They had competed a few times when young, with no clear winner. Later, they each had positions in their sects and didn't have much time to travel, so they hadn't seen each other in a long time. Why would Lei Yongqiang appear at the foot of Henshan?

At the peak of Henshan, in the inner hall, in the mirage, Bu Li was running towards the forest, light and agile. Tall and long-legged, each step covered nearly ten feet, his body exuding elasticity and tension, even in flight, with a wild rhythm.

Du Tianci had been silently watching the mirage, from Bu Li's attack on Fan Honglei to the appearance of Lei Yongqiang of the Lei Zu Sect, without saying a word.

Luo Qingquan stood cautiously behind Du Tianci, seeing Lei Yongqiang bare-chested, a fierce tiger on his chest moving with his movements, as if alive. Seeing Du Tianci silent, Luo Qingquan pondered what Du Tianci, the old master, meant. But seeing Lei Zu Sect people at the foot of Henshan, he tentatively asked, "Old Master Du, why are the Lei Zu Sect people here? Should I send a few people to drive them away?"

Du Tianci stroked his beard and said, "The Zuhuang Divine Sect has noticed; this is a test of our reaction. That Bu Li kid really knows how to cause trouble."

"He was too rash. If not for your instructions, he might have been killed by Fan Honglei this time," Luo Qingquan flattered subtly, then gently scolded Bu Li.

"Heh, do you think that third-rank pattern warrior Fan Honglei can do anything to Bu Li?" Du Tianci smiled, placing his finger on the mirage, his right thumb and index finger pointing at Bu Li. As he spread his fingers, the image around Bu Li was magnified. In the forest, a dark figure faintly revealed a corner of clothing in the mirage.

"Without this person's support, Bu Li wouldn't be so rash. But how did Bu Li know? Since descending the mountain, he hasn't made a single mistake, heading straight for Hu Wu without delay..." Du Tianci was also puzzled. Bu Li was shrouded in too many mysteries, like a fog, hard to see through.

After a moment, Du Tianci slowly said, "The Tianji Mansion has also sent people. You go personally to intimidate these scoundrels. The rest depends on the choices in Wufang City. The sect's stance hasn't changed, so follow the sect leader's instructions. Try to minimize trouble here."

Luo Qingquan, hearing the names of the Zuhuang Divine Sect and the Tianji Mansion, became even more respectful. Normally, sending an elder would suffice, but Luo Qingquan had no complaints, even feeling excited that Du Tianci, the old master, was talking to him, his expression eager.

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