sinovels Chapter 660 The Chase! Wang Zhenyue!
Chapter 660 The Chase! Wang Zhenyue!
"Lord Chen!" Han Cen said urgently, "Your injuries haven't healed yet, how can you face three Nascent Soul cultivators alone..."
"Let's go." Chen Fan said only one word, but his tone left no room for doubt.
He slipped a jade slip into Han Cen's hand. Inside were the final results of the Hundred Sects Tournament and the information the Crown Prince needed. "This must be sent back to the capital. You two staying here won't be of any help; you'll only be a burden. Go quickly."
Han Cen and Ouyang Ye exchanged a glance, both seeing struggle in each other's eyes.
But they knew Chen Fan was right; if the two of them stayed, they would only be a burden.
Han Cen gritted his teeth, stuffed a pill bottle into Chen Fan's hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Elder Chen, this is the last Resurrection Pill I have refined. You must come back alive."
Without further hesitation, he and Ouyang Ye steered the sand boat toward Beifeng City.
The masked cultivator in the dark red robe behind Wang Zhenyue moved to give chase, but Wang Zhenyue stopped him with a raised hand: "No need to chase. They're just two Nascent Soul cultivators; they can't cause any trouble. Qin Zhan is in North Wind City; chasing them will only create more complications. Today, we only want to take Chen Fan's life; let's not cause any more trouble."
He turned his head, his gaze falling on Chen Fan, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips: "I witnessed your battle with Song Tianren. The Immortal and Demonic energies were indeed astonishing, but the consumption was also staggering. Only half a day has passed, and your spiritual power has recovered at most two or three tenths. With your weakened body, how much of a chance do you think you have of winning against three Nascent Soul cultivators?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
The immortal and demonic energies within his dantian had begun to circulate rapidly; the spiritual energy on his left side was as clear as water, while the demonic energy on his right side was as fierce as fire. He did not draw his sword, but instead made a hand seal with his left hand and tossed the tattered Black Soul Banner from his waist into the air.
The banner suddenly swelled to a height of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and the hundreds of thousands of remaining souls on its surface howled in unison, transforming into a thick black mist that enveloped Wang Zhenyue and his companions.
Wang Zhenyue sneered and raised his hand to strike. The giant fiery palm slammed into the black mist, causing it to surge violently, and hundreds of thousands of souls let out mournful howls.
The black mist was not dispersed by the palm strike, but instead spread in all directions with the force of the giant fiery palm, instantly shrouding the grassland within a radius of several hundred feet in complete darkness.
Wang Zhenyue frowned slightly and struck out with his palm again, dispersing most of the black mist. However, after the black mist dissipated, Chen Fan's figure had vanished without a trace.
On the distant grassland, a streak of bluish-gray light was skimming along the ground at an astonishing speed.
"Trying to run?" Wang Zhenyue snorted coldly, transforming into a streak of crimson light as he gave chase.
The two masked cultivators followed closely behind, their three streaks of light tearing through the sky above the grassland as they surrounded the gray-blue figure.
Chen Fan did not choose to flee towards Beifeng City.
North Wind City is still two hours away, and in his current state, he simply cannot hold out until then.
He chose the depths of the grasslands!
The terrain there is complex, with rolling hills, crisscrossing ravines, and large areas of dead trees and rocky beaches, making it an excellent place to hide one's tracks.
More importantly, Chen Fan had met with the Gu woman twice on the grassland, and had already gained a considerable understanding of the grassland's geographical environment.
As he flew away, he took out several Rejuvenation Pills from his sleeve and stuffed them into his mouth.
As for the Rejuvenation Pill that Han Cen gave him before parting, he didn't rush to use it. It was a last resort to save his life, and now was not the time.
Wang Zhenyue chased after him extremely fast.
His escape speed was much faster than Chen Fan's, and in just a few dozen breaths he caught up to Chen Fan at a distance of several hundred feet.
With his right hand slightly outstretched, a gigantic, fiery hand that blotted out the sky appeared out of thin air and slammed down on Chen Fan's head.
Before the palm strike even arrived, large swathes of grass below had already withered from the intense heat, and several dead trees were engulfed in flames.
Chen Fan thrust out his sword with a backhand motion.
The gray-white sword light on the eleven swords lit up, and the power of cause and effect locked every fire pattern of the giant fiery palm within the sword intent.
The sword tip pierced the giant palm, the sword intent colliding fiercely with the power of flames, unleashing a piercing shriek. The giant palm of flames was momentarily stunned by the sword strike, and Chen Fan used the recoil to accelerate his escape again, his figure drawing a strange arc in the air, barely avoiding the giant palm's coverage.
However, his hand holding the sword was already trembling slightly!
That sword strike just now almost exhausted all the spiritual energy he had just recovered.
The wound on his left arm reopened, and blood flowed down his arm, dripping onto the withered grass below.
"Not recovering fast enough." Wang Zhenyue sneered, and with both hands outstretched, two more giant fiery palms descended from the sky, attacking Chen Fan from the left and right.
The masked cultivator in the black robe also flanked from the side, conjuring several jet-black lightning balls in his hands. The destructive power contained within the lightning balls tore through the surrounding air with a hissing sound.
Chen Fan used the Freeze Technique to freeze the lightning balls for two breaths, then retreated rapidly to avoid the attack from the two giant fiery palms.
The lightning ball crashed behind him with a deafening roar, blasting a scorched crater into the grassland, which stretched for dozens of feet in radius. He used the shockwave to accelerate again, plunging headfirst into a range of undulating hills ahead.
This area of mounds stretches for dozens of miles, with no grass growing on the tops, and the exposed yellow soil gleaming pale in the sunlight.
The hills and valleys were crisscrossed with ravines, some several feet deep, enough to conceal one's presence. Chen Fan dashed left and right through the ravines, sometimes skimming along the ground, sometimes disappearing into the dead trees, using the golden bowl to completely conceal his aura.
After Wang Zhenyue pursued Chen Fan into the hilly area, he discovered that Chen Fan's presence had suddenly become faint. He frowned and extended his divine sense to its limit, searching inch by inch among the hills.
The masked cultivator in the black robe flew into the air, looking down at the entire hilly area, his hands flashing with lightning, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.
"Chen Fan, you can't escape." Wang Zhenyue's voice echoed among the mounds, carrying an undeniable certainty. "Your little tricks of concealment may fool others, but they can't fool me. Come out and face your death obediently, and I'll let you die a quick death."
Chen Fan hid in a deep ditch, his back against the earthen wall, his face as pale as paper. The immortal and demonic energies within his body were once again on the verge of depletion. The wound on his left arm opened and then solidified, solidified and then opened again, his entire sleeve soaked in blood.
He put the Rejuvenation Pill given to him by Han Cen into his mouth, feeling the medicinal power dissolve in his meridians, giving rise to strands of new spiritual energy.
A few breaths later, he soared into the sky again, heading deeper into the hilly area.
This chase and escape lasted for three days and three nights.
Chen Fan fought and retreated at the front.
Each time his spiritual energy recovered slightly, he used the eleven sword intents to directly confront Wang Zhenyue's giant fiery palm, using the recoil to create distance.
Each time he was caught up, he would use the Fixed Word Technique and the remaining soul power of the Black Soul Banner to create numerous obstacles, buying himself a few breaths to catch his breath.
He had exhausted all his Guiyuan Pills and only had one Rejuvenation Pill left. His immortal and demonic energies were constantly teetering between depletion and barely recovering. The hidden injuries in his meridians were accumulating more and more, and every time he circulated his spiritual power, he was accompanied by a tearing pain.