262: Chapter 262 The Pursuit, Forced to Fight

After breaking out of the encirclement, Ling Wushuang did not flee far.

Her injuries were too severe.

The backlash from burning her essence blood to activate a forbidden technique had caused her Meridians to shatter inch by inch, her Spiritual Qi to scatter, and she could not even stand steady.

She stumbled for hundreds of miles before finally reaching her limit, leaning against a rock and gasping for air.

The pursuers from the Blood God Sect had not given up.

Although Demon Boy did not pursue personally, he sent three Devil Kings along with a group of devil generals to search along the path.

Ling Wushuang's head was worth one heaven rank magic treasure on the Demon Realm's bounty list.

Who wouldn't want that?

Chu Sheng followed from a distance.

He hid in the shadows, suppressing all his presence, like a rock.

He knew which direction Ling Wushuang was running in, but he had no intention of intervening.

He even hoped that the three Devil Kings would find her quickly and chop off her head, saving him the trouble of doing it himself.

Just then, the communication Jade Slip in his Storage Pouch lit up.

The voice of the Peak Master of the Tenth Peak came from the Jade Slip, carrying a hint of anxiety.

"Elder Chu, the Sect has issued an order—rescue Ling Wushuang. The Heavenly Sword Pavilion already knows the news of her ambush."

Chu Sheng paused for a moment, then laughed, a cold laugh.

He thought to himself: "Rescue her? I am already here, what is there to rescue?"

He replied: "Understood."

Then he put away the Jade Slip and continued to watch the direction where the three Devil Kings were searching.

He intended to wait.

He would wait until Ling Wushuang was nearly dead, wait for the Peak Master of the Tenth Peak to arrive with reinforcements, and then he would walk out unhurriedly, wave his sword a few times symbolically, and drive the Devil Kings away.

This way, he would complete the mission without actually having to save her.

If those three Devil Kings were efficient and killed Ling Wushuang directly, that would be even better.

If the Sect asked, he could say, "By the time I arrived, she was already dead."

Perfect.

Ling Wushuang leaned against the rock, her face as pale as paper, the blood at the corner of her mouth already dried, leaving a dark red stain.

Her sword was stuck in the ground beside her, covered in cracks, devoid of any Spiritual Qi.

She closed her eyes, as if waiting for death.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

Her gaze did not look toward the searching Devil Kings, but looked straight toward the direction where Chu Sheng was hiding.

Chu Sheng's heart skipped a beat.

He thought to himself: "Impossible. He had concealed his presence, and not even Divine Sense could detect him, so how could she have discovered him?"

Ling Wushuang struggled to stand up, pulled her sword from the ground, and walked toward his direction.

Her steps were unsteady, each one feeling as if she were stepping on cotton, but her direction was precise.

Chu Sheng frowned.

He subconsciously touched the zhu xian sword at his waist; the blade vibrated slightly, as if reminding him of something.

Ling Wushuang was getting closer and closer to him.

In the distance, the three Devil Kings seemed to have sensed the movement here and accelerated their search.

Chu Sheng watched Ling Wushuang walking step by step, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

He thought to himself: "She didn't discover my location. She knew I would be here."

But how did she know?

Just as this thought emerged, Ling Wushuang had already walked in front of the rock where he was hiding, stopped, coughed a few times, and then spoke.

Her voice was hoarse, mixed with blood foam: "Chu Sheng, I know you are there. Come out."

Chu Sheng did not move.

His fingers pressed against the hilt of his sword, his knuckles white.

Ling Wushuang said again: "The tracking technique of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion is not something you can imagine. I can smell the aura of your zhu xian sword from a hundred miles away."

Chu Sheng's pupils contracted.

He had forgotten that the zhu xian sword was already marked.

Ling Wushuang, that sword fanatic, was too familiar with the aura of this sword.

No matter how well he hid, he could not hide the sword's aura.

In the distance, the three Devil Kings had already discovered the movement here and were rushing over.

Chu Sheng took a deep breath and walked out from behind the rock.

He looked at Ling Wushuang's pale face, expressionless.

He thought to himself: "Forget it, I'll just save her."

But he did not act immediately, instead standing there, waiting for the three Devil Kings to approach.

Ling Wushuang leaned against the rock beside him and closed her eyes.

She no longer spoke and no longer struggled.

As if she knew that Chu Sheng would intervene.

Chu Sheng cursed silently.

The Devilish Qi in the distance was getting closer and closer.

He moved his fingers, summoned the zhu xian sword from his Dantian, and it hovered at his side.

Dark red patterns flowed across the pitch-black blade, and Sword Qi spread out silently.

He thought to himself: "These devil brats, they came really fast."

Then he thought again: "This woman, Ling Wushuang, is truly annoying."

But he drew his sword anyway, because those people had already noticed him.

The Devilish Qi was close.

Chu Sheng raised his head, looked at the churning black mist, and tightened his grip on the hilt.

Ling Wushuang closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, as if she were smiling.

The Devilish Qi had arrived.