Mad Pursuit

Mad Pursuit...

In the heart of the ancient kingdom, the tides of battle swiftly turned. The experts from the Chen Clan alliance fought with desperate fury, trying to break through the encirclement and come to Chen Wang's aid.

Meanwhile, in the rugged mountain range outside Ginkou, the outcome of the battle had become abundantly clear to all observers. Chen Wang and his allies were retreating step by step, clearly finding themselves at a disadvantage.

"MOVE!" Chen Wang bellowed, and his comrades' silhouettes flickered as they dashed away at top speed. Qin Wentian and his companions wasted no time and gave chase.

"Bzzz!" Astral light flashed, and Chen Wang executed Stellar Transposition, reappearing right in front of Qin Wentian.

This enigmatic young man wielded a colossal black sword with awe-inspiring combat skills, and he had already claimed the lives of several Chen Clan experts. Were it not for his intervention, Ouyang Kuangsheng and his comrades would have surely been overwhelmed. Therefore, before departing, this "Di" had to be eliminated.

As he appeared before Qin Wentian, Chen Wang conjured a palm of magma, its searing heat warping the surrounding space. Under the influence of the Mandate of Flames, Qin Wentian felt as though he might be reduced to ashes. But Qin Wentian's perception was nothing short of exceptional. The moment Chen Wang employed Stellar Transposition, he had already discerned the trajectory.

Qin Wentian's left palm gleamed crimson as it thrust forward, exuding a destructive aura that permeated everything. Chen Wang's expression shifted, his fear of the Bloodcurse Imprint preventing him from colliding directly with it. Such a clash would likely result in grievous injuries, an exchange he was keen to avoid.

Sidestepping, Chen Wang withdrew explosively. However, the whistle of a sword cleaving the air filled the space as a tremendous sword aura enveloped him. The massive black sword became a weapon of destruction, swinging down with intent to turn him into paste. Simultaneously, arrows from Fan Le and Chu Mang rained upon him, sealing off every possible avenue of escape.

Chen Wang paled, resorting to Stellar Transposition once more, choosing a different direction for his flight.

"I'll handle him," Qin Wentian declared as he pursued the fleeing Chen Wang. Ouyang Kuangsheng detected the unwavering confidence in Qin Wentian's voice and nodded in agreement. He, along with the two others, pursued the remaining Chen Clan alliance experts.

The battlefield was split into two distinct parts: Ouyang Kuangsheng, Bai Qing, and the rest pursued the fleeing enemies, while Qin Wentian chased after the elusive Chen Wang. Mounted on the back of Little Rascal in its roc form, a ferocious gust of wind whipped up as they accelerated at an astonishing speed. Qin Wentian's sharp perception was locked onto Chen Wang.

Despite Chen Wang's current level of power, the distance he could cover with Stellar Transposition was limited. This technique was designed for short bursts of movement, not long-distance travel. Prolonged use would drain his energy rapidly, making it impossible to escape Qin Wentian's relentless pursuit.

As the game of cat and mouse played out, they gradually distanced themselves from the rest of the group. Chen Wang finally came to a stop on the peak of a small mountain, turning to face the approaching Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian halted as well, noticing a hint of mockery in Chen Wang's eyes. Chen Wang spoke coldly, "I never thought there would be someone as foolish as you."

From Chen Wang's perspective, Qin Wentian's decision to chase him alone without the support of his companions seemed like the choice of a fool. Chen Wang's gaze radiated undisguised contempt and sarcasm. The Great Solar energy surged within him, creating an intense heat and light with him at the center. The earth beneath his feet turned to dust from the extreme heat, revealing the soaring temperature around him.

Simultaneously, two fiery clones emerged from his body. Despite his arrogance, Chen Wang was not foolish. Facing a young man who had a way to deal with third-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns, he suspected that Qin Wentian possessed a secret technique. Underestimating him was out of the question.

"After you meet your demise here, I'll hunt down each of your companions and return their heads to their respective powers," Chen Wang's voice rang out coldly. His fourth Astral Nova took the form of a colossal magma tyrant, with liquid lava flowing around it. The will of Chen Wang's second-level insight into the Mandate of Flames, Flames Solidification, swirled around it. The magma tyrant shifted between liquid and solid states, capable of altering its form at will.

"ATTACK!" Chen Wang pointed at Qin Wentian, and his fire clones surged forward. The magma tyrant struck with its palm, shaping the liquid lava into a globule that splashed toward Qin Wentian.

However, Qin Wentian was more than capable of handling this situation. His immense black sword formed a protective barrier, blocking the liquid lava. He then stepped forward, unleashing a formidable sword aura. The black sword, infused with vibrating power, smashed into the magma tyrant. Yet, instead of resisting, the magma tyrant transformed into liquid form and flowed along Qin Wentian's sword toward him.

Simultaneously, the other two fire clones launched palm strikes with searing heat.

A cold smile crossed Qin Wentian's face as a burst of astral light illuminated the area. His figure reappeared in front of Chen Wang, and his black sword thrust toward him.

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Chen Wang's face contorted, and a burst of fiery energy erupted from him as he pursued Qin Wentian.

Far in the distance, one of the Chen Clan's experts who had fought their way out of the encirclement within the ancient kingdom noticed the towering flames. He immediately made his way towards the source.

After a while, Qin Wentian found himself caught between two experts. In front of him stood a formidable middle-aged man with a cultivation base at the fourth level of Heavenly Dipper.

"Chen Wang." Chen Xiao's eyes widened with surprise when he saw Chen Wang. Chen Wang had been forced to use his life-saving treasure?

"Uncle Xiao, this man knows Stellar Transposition. He holds too many secrets. Let's kill him," Chen Wang said, and Chen Xiao nodded in agreement as a surge of power emanated from him.

Suddenly, the great roc altered its course and soared into the clouds.

"Where do you think you're going?" Chen Xiao and Chen Wang pursued him into the sky, determined not to let him escape. This man was clearly harboring numerous secrets, and it would be unwise to let him leave alive.

Eventually, the three of them arrived at a point in the sky where thick clouds obscured their vision. However, Chen Xiao and Chen Wang's eyes gleamed with the brilliance of the Great Solar Universe Art, allowing them to lock onto Qin Wentian and the great roc ahead.

"BOOOM!" Suddenly, an overwhelming surge of power from Qin Wentian's bloodline erupted, and a terrifying demonic energy that stirred primal fear surged forth. His body grew taller and more robust, exuding an aura of kingship.

"Hmm?" Chen Xiao furrowed his brow. The radiance of Chen Wang's flame-encased armor gradually dimmed, and it was on the verge of disappearing entirely. Chen Xiao cautioned, "Chen Wang, this man is exceedingly cunning. Why don't you leave first? I'll handle him."

Chen Wang shook his head. Despite the two-against-one situation, he couldn't bear the humiliation of fleeing out of fear.

The great roc continued to ascend, and the radiance of Chen Wang's armor grew fainter and fainter. Chen Xiao's brows furrowed as if their opponent were intentionally stalling for time.

"Chen Wang," Chen Xiao called out once more. Chen Wang, unwilling but realizing the inevitable, finally halted.

RUMBLE~

An aura comparable to that of third-level Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns emanated from the silhouette above. The great roc came to a stop, and Qin Wentian stared down at them like the sovereign of the skies. His blood boiled with power, releasing an abundance of demonic qi.

Chen Wang's eyes narrowed as he focused on the figure above. A sense of familiarity washed over him.

Suddenly, an overwhelming dread surged in his heart, and expressions of disbelief overtook his face. This aura... he had felt it before, during the Heavenly Fate Rankings!