mesbooks Chapter 159 Cat Playing with Mouse
Chapter 159 Cat Playing with Mouse
Kongming stood on the blood-soaked ground, his expression complex, his mind churning with thoughts.
However, he had little regret about what he did today. For his close friends and for the affection in his heart, he was willing to overturn the entire cultivation world.
"Zilong, we can't stay here any longer. Let me take you away from here!"
After a brief moment of contemplation, Kongming helped Zhao Yun, who was leaning against the mountain wall, to his feet, took a step, and disappeared from the spot.
The commotion from the fight was bound to attract some uninvited guests. Kongming was unsure whether the Biyou Sect still had any tricks up its sleeve. A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall; this was his consistent approach to things.
At this moment, faint fluctuations of spiritual energy emanated from the distant sky, rapidly approaching Kongming and his companion.
Kongming's eyes sharpened, and he once again used his movement technique, pushing the shrinking earth technique to its limit, carrying Zhao Yun like a streak of light as they moved through the air.
But the spiritual energy fluctuations behind him were like a persistent, insidious ailment, relentlessly pursuing him.
"A member of the Sima family?"
The shrinking earth technique he used was so powerful that it was difficult for most cultivators of the same level to catch up with it, yet those behind him could accurately track his movements.
"Could it be that a high-level cultivator is chasing after us?"
Kongming frowned, pondering a countermeasure.
He was well aware of the Sima family's strength. If they were to send out a Nascent Soul expert this time, with his current cultivation level, he would likely face dire consequences with the heavily injured Zhao Yun.
Kongming gritted his teeth and sped up even more, but his magical power was being consumed more and more intensely.
Mountains and rivers rushed past behind him, and the oppressive feeling behind him grew stronger and stronger. The magical energy fluctuations were like surging waves, threatening to engulf them at any moment.
At this point, Kongming was basically certain that the person behind him was definitely a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Suddenly, a misty forest appeared ahead. Kongming's heart stirred, and he rushed in without hesitation.
After entering the forest, Kongming quickly found a secluded mountain hollow, settled Zhao Yun there, and set up a Bagua formation at the exit to cover it up.
Kongming then prepared to lure away the pursuers on his own.
"Zilong, wait for me here, I'll be right back," Kongming said in a low voice.
"Prime Minister, don't worry about me. Zilong was already dead. I'm content to have lived so many more years!" Zhao Yun said weakly, supporting his body.
"Zilong, don't talk nonsense! If you dare to act rashly, don't blame me for disowning you as my elder brother!"
Without time to think, Kongming placed several restrictions on Zhao Yun and quickly darted out of the ravine.
After traveling hundreds of miles, Kongming noticed two ghostly black shadows behind him.
Kongming was startled, instantly activating his magical power and cautiously locking onto his opponent out of the corner of his eye.
Suddenly, a burst of magical energy struck from the side. Kongming dodged to the side, but was still grazed on the shoulder, and a sharp pain shot through him.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he unleashed even more complex movements, darting and weaving through the narrow valley.
The two dark figures hovered high in the sky like eagles, with a mocking expression. Their powerful spiritual pressure made Kongming's hair stand on end.
"Is this the strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator?"
Kongming was astonished by the strength of the Nascent Soul cultivator. Although he could kill Golden Core cultivators as easily as slaughtering dogs, he once thought that he might be able to put up a fight against a Nascent Soul cultivator.
But only after truly facing such a terrifying existence do you realize how vast the gap is.
Kongming dared not linger, and quickly moved forward, displaying his ability to shrink the distance to an inch to its fullest extent.
However, the dark figure behind them continued to follow at a leisurely pace.
The surrounding trees were either snapped in half or uprooted by the impact of spiritual energy, with wood chips and fallen leaves flying everywhere.
Kongming sidestepped, narrowly avoiding a huge tree trunk that was hurtling towards him.
Just as they regained their footing, the sky above their heads was instantly shrouded in darkness. It turned out to be a magical barrier cast by a Nascent Soul cultivator, like a giant black net covering their heads.
Kongming suddenly plummeted downwards, crashing to the ground like a meteor.
With a loud "boom," a large crater was smashed into the ground, and billowing dust filled the air.
He no longer cared about his disheveled state; he rolled on the spot and ran towards a narrow valley. The valley was full of jagged rocks, and sharp stones tore at his clothes.
However, the shadowy attacks were relentless.
A flaming sword formed from magical power grazed past Kongming's ear, the intense heat scorching his cheek and making his hair smell burnt.
"What the hell do you want? Just give me a straight answer!"
Kongming also realized that the people behind him were simply toying with him, and that each attack was perfectly timed so as not to immediately render him incapacitated.
At this moment, a rushing river appeared ahead. Without the slightest hesitation, Kongming plunged into it. The swift current instantly engulfed him, but the persistent sense of tracking remained undiminished.
After diving into the water, Kongming endured the impact of the current and found a secluded spot behind a large underwater rock.
He held his breath and focused his mind, his magical power flowing slightly across his body to form a protective shield, completely concealing his aura as he quietly observed the movements above.
Jie Jie Jie Jie...
"Once I boil this river dry, let's see how you hide then!"
A strange laugh rang out, followed by words that sent chills down Kongming's spine.
Kongming's heart sank upon hearing this. Nascent Soul cultivators were powerful beings with great supernatural abilities. While burning mountains and boiling seas might be an exaggeration, they could easily handle mere rivers.
Through the murky river water, Kongming could vaguely see two dark figures hovering in the air like ghosts.
Both men were dressed in black robes, with only their eyes showing.
At such close range, Kongming finally got a sense of the two men's strength.
The person standing in front exuded an aura as deep and unfathomable as the sea, clearly not a cultivator in the Golden Core realm.
The other person stood respectfully behind that person; his cultivation level was only at the Golden Core stage.
Kongming quickly calmed himself down. Although he sensed that the two men weren't in a hurry to kill him, they were definitely not good people. He had to find a way to escape.
Kongming silently chanted an incantation, and the mud and sand at the bottom of the river subtly changed.
He used the technique of earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of escape technique), attempting to use the underwater land to escape his pursuers.
However, the Nascent Soul cultivator seemed to have been prepared. Just as Kongming disappeared into the ground, a powerful magical force slammed into him. Kongming felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He forced himself to steady himself and continued to move underground, with dirt and rocks constantly passing by him.
"Hehehe...that's interesting!"
Upon seeing this, the man in black robes smirked coldly.
He quickly formed hand seals, and as his gestures changed, streaks of blood-red magic power shot out from his fingertips like serpents.
These crimson magical powers quickly burrowed into the ground, as if they were alive, and meandered towards the direction in which Kongming had fled.
Wherever the magic touched, the soil was stained with a strange red color.
"Hmph, trying to slip away under my nose? Wishful thinking." The man in black robes stared mockingly at the land beneath the riverbed.
Kongming frowned deeply. He felt the surrounding soil become as sharp as steel needles, and every inch he moved felt like piercing through a mountain of knives, causing his body to bleed profusely.
"Hehehe... Hurry up and come out, or you'll suffer more!"
In the sky, the Golden Core cultivator in black robes laughed gleefully.
Upon hearing this, Kongming's expression turned quite strange; he never imagined that the person chasing him would be him...