Luring the Enemy

 

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Take him down for me, I want him alive."

 

With Yan Yiwen's command, the three male cultivators at the peak of Foundation Establishment urged their flying swords to slash at Song Wen.

 

At the same time, one of them activated a shield, blocking the four of them.

 

However, unexpectedly,

 

The Soul-Splitting Blade was merely a feint; it was still ten zhang away from the four when it suddenly made a sharp turn and swept down into the forest below.

 

Song Wen did the same, his figure suddenly plunging down toward the trees.

 

The three flying swords followed closely but were all blocked by the Profound Earth Treasure Pagoda.

 

Under the impact of the flying swords, Song Wen's escape speed actually increased, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished into the trees.

 

"Chase!"

 

Yan Yiwen gritted her teeth.

 

She had been lying in ambush outside the Beastmaster Sect for two years, and after finally waiting for Song Wen to emerge from the sect, how could she let him escape so easily?

 

The four quickly plunged into the forest below.

 

At that moment, Yan Yiwen was shocked to discover that a large amount of lightning was surging from the 'Ji Yin' ahead, rapidly increasing its speed and creating distance between them.

 

"Thunder escape technique! This Ji Yin is actually a genius in thunder law."

 

Staring at Song Wen's figure growing farther away, Yan Yiwen's beautiful eyes seemed to burn with raging anger.

 

She absolutely could not allow her nemesis, 'Ji Yin,' to escape from her hands.

 

"You all go after him, don't worry about me," Yan Yiwen commanded angrily.

 

Among the four, she had the lowest cultivation level and the slowest escape technique.

 

Being in the territory of the righteous path, the three peak Foundation Establishment male cultivators did not activate their escape techniques to the fullest to protect her from being left alone.

 

"Miss, what about your safety?" one male cultivator asked worriedly.

 

"Don't worry about me, what you need to do is capture Ji Yin alive," Yan Yiwen instructed.

 

"Understood!"

 

As soon as her words fell, the three peak Foundation Establishment male cultivators suddenly dashed out.

 

Yan Yiwen wore a pair of blue boots.

 

The boots emitted bursts of blue light, and Yan Yiwen's speed suddenly increased significantly, allowing her to barely keep up with the others ahead without falling too far behind.

 

Song Wen, escaping ahead, occasionally glanced back at the positions of the four pursuers, controlling his escape speed so that they wouldn't catch up.

 

In the chase, both sides quickly covered a distance of over a thousand miles and arrived at a place with sparse spiritual energy.

 

Suddenly,

 

A canyon appeared before Song Wen.

 

He leaped down the cliff and fell toward the depths of the canyon.

 

The canyon was deep and narrow, and at its bottom lay a rushing torrent.

 

Song Wen hovered above the river surface, stopping his escape light, and stood in the air, sword in hand.

 

This place was nearly two thousand miles from the Beastmaster Sect.

 

The surrounding spiritual energy was sparse, and it was a desolate area where humans rarely ventured, a good place for murder.

 

The three male cultivators who closely followed Song Wen saw him suddenly stop his escape light and, without thinking, activated their flying swords to attack him.

 

Under the encirclement of the three, Song Wen was struggling to cope and appeared quite flustered; had it not been for the protection of the Profound Earth Treasure Pagoda, he would have already died beneath their sword lights.

 

Despite delaying for Yan Yiwen to arrive, the three still hadn't captured Song Wen.

 

Seeing Song Wen besieged by her three subordinates, Yan Yiwen felt a wave of satisfaction; he looked like he couldn't hold on much longer.

 

With a fierce expression, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on her face.

 

"Ji Yin, you sure can run, but let's see where you can escape to."

 

Like Yan Yiwen, a smile also crept onto Song Wen's face.

 

"Finally, we are together. It's not in vain that I waited for you this long."

 

Yan Yiwen's expression changed abruptly upon hearing this. "What do you mean by that?"

 

Before she could finish her words, Song Wen let out a low growl.

 

"Great Cave Thunder, descend!"

 

In the sky, the wind and rain suddenly changed; a bolt of lightning the thickness of a tree trunk broke through the dark clouds, crossing the vast expanse, and fell toward one of the peak Foundation Establishment cultivators.

 

After Song Wen advanced to the peak of Foundation Establishment, the power of his thunder law significantly increased.

 

The blinding lightning illuminated the canyon, which had long been shrouded in darkness.

 

It resembled the thunder of annihilation, carrying the might to split mountains and shatter rocks.

 

The male cultivator locked onto by the lightning felt the terrifying pressure of the thunder and turned pale, urgently urging his flying sword to strike at the lightning.

 

He didn't forget to shout loudly, "Help me!"

 

Before his words fell, two flying swords shot into the sky.

 

The three flying swords formed a '品' shape, meeting the descending lightning.

 

"Boom!"

 

The thunder and swords clashed!

 

The lightning poured down like a silver waterfall.

 

The sword light surged up like a dragon leaping through the gate.

 

Before the Great Cave Thunder and the three flying swords could determine the outcome,

 

Song Wen condensed three thunder spears over a zhang long and shot them at the three men.

 

In that instant, a cold light flashed, and the Soul-Splitting Blade flew out, slashing toward Yan Yiwen behind.

 

The three peak Foundation Establishment male cultivators each deployed their techniques to successively counter the Great Cave Thunder and the thunder spears.

 

Yan Yiwen, however, was not so lucky.

 

She first summoned a shield to protect herself.

 

But unexpectedly, the small Soul-Splitting Blade knocked the shield flying away.

 

Just as the Soul-Splitting Blade was about to pierce her graceful body, a translucent violet shield suddenly lit up around her.

 

The Soul-Splitting Blade struck the shield, sending Yan Yiwen along with the shield flying, but it failed to break the shield.

 

"Bang!"

 

Yan Yiwen crashed hard against the cliff wall.

 

The violent impact made her blood surge.

 

However, before she could catch her breath, the Soul-Splitting Blade slashed at her again.

 

"Bang, bang, bang…"

 

The Soul-Splitting Blade continuously struck the violet shield.

 

But it was difficult to breach the shield even a fraction.

 

Within the shield, Yan Yiwen felt like a giant violet egg being kicked around in mid-air, making her dizzy and disoriented.

 

"Save the miss!" one male cultivator shouted urgently.

 

Just as they prepared to rescue Yan Yiwen, Song Wen's voice pierced through the chaos of battle, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

 

"Great Cave Divine Thunder, descend again."

 

In an instant, a bolt of lightning the thickness of a tree trunk fell from the sky once more.

 

"You two hold this person back with all your might; I'll go save the miss," one of them decisively said.

 

This person had a flat, bulbous nose and looked rather ugly.

 

He quickly flew toward Yan Yiwen's direction, urging his flying sword to slash at the continuously attacking Soul-Splitting Blade.

 

Under the joint resistance of the two peak Foundation Establishment cultivators, they barely managed to block the torrential lightning attacks, buying some time for the bulbous-nosed man to rescue Yan Yiwen.

 

However, the two also paid a significant price.

 

Song Wen's thunder technique was relentless.

 

Around the two, the world had become enveloped in lightning.

 

The shattered thunder techniques dispersed into small sparks of electricity, drifting everywhere.

 

They were already surrounded layer upon layer by the roaming electric sparks.

 

These roaming sparks could only last for a few breaths before dissipating on their own.

 

Unable to withstand it, the speed at which Song Wen unleashed his thunder techniques was simply too fast.

 

The thunder fell continuously.

 

The two could only struggle to cope.

 

(End of the Chapter)

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