121: Chapter 120 Desperate Situation

Sun Zhengyuan's eyes turned red.

His final trump card hadn't even taken down this kid?

He was a dignified Early Stage Saint Transformation expert; how could he not even handle a Middle Stage Sovereign?

Lu Tianxing was also furious.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

A small, palm-sized sword appeared in his hand.

As soon as the sword was brought out, the surrounding air grew several degrees heavier.

A Saint Transformation-grade Magic Treasure? Sun Zhengyuan's pupils constricted.

He cursed inwardly, but quickly steadied himself again.

So what if it's a Saint Transformation-grade Magic Treasure? How much of its power can a Middle Stage Sovereign even activate?

While he was calculating, Lu Tianxing had already poured his spiritual power into the small sword.

The small sword hummed and turned into a streak of light, shooting toward Sun Zhengyuan—and then it directly exploded.

Sun Zhengyuan's brain buzzed.

Damn it, this kid has no sense of martial ethics! He detonated it directly?

A burst of blinding white light exploded, swallowing the entire street.

Sun Zhengyuan's expression changed drastically. Without time to think, spiritual power surged frantically from his body, forming a barrier in front of him while simultaneously protecting the several Elders behind him.

The barrier trembled violently and was covered in cracks, but it managed to withstand the strike by force.

By the time the smoke and dust cleared, Lu Tianxing was gone.

Sun Zhengyuan's face was ashen.

Several Elders gathered around him. An older one asked cautiously, "Sect Master, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Sun Zhengyuan stared in the direction Lu Tianxing had vanished, gritting his teeth.

"This kid has too many treasures on him; he actually managed to escape even under these circumstances."

Another Elder leaned in. "Sect Master, should we still pursue?"

Sun Zhengyuan was silent for a moment.

Pursue? Of course they had to pursue.

But that kid was incredibly wicked. Who knew if he had other trump cards up his sleeve?

What if they caught up and he pulled out something even more powerful...

"Pursue," he said in a deep voice.

"Mobilize everyone to search everywhere. That kid can't have run far. But don't approach him rashly; just send word if you find his trail."

He paused, then added, "Additionally, report the news upward. Have the higher-ups send reinforcements."

The news of Lu Tianxing's appearance spread immediately.

The first to move were several major powers near Cangyun City—the Huang Family to the south, Qingfeng Temple to the north, and the Blue Water Gate to the east.

They instantly joined the manhunt.

In a certain mountain range on the border of Yunzhou.

Lu Tianxing lay in a cave, gasping for breath. These past few days had been the most wretched of his life.

That day, he had detonated a Saint Transformation-grade Magic Treasure just to escape Cangyun City.

He thought he could take a breather, but he was discovered again not long after.

He could only keep running.

As he ran, he found that more and more people were hunting him down.

Even Great Saints had appeared.

If it weren't for his many trump cards, he would have lost his life long ago.

Looking at his Storage Ring, more than half of the wealth he had accumulated over the years had been used up in just a few days.

It pained him so much he twitched. But there was no choice; if he didn't use it, he would die.

At the foot of the mountain, the forces of over a dozen factions had already surrounded the entire mountain range so tightly that not even water could leak through.

"This time, let's see how that kid escapes," a Great Saint Realm old man sneered.

Someone nearby chimed in, "Exactly, we've finally cornered him here."

Sun Zhengyuan stood behind the crowd, feeling uneasy as he listened to these words.

He, an Early Stage Saint Transformation expert, had pursued the fugitive for days, only to end up not even having a say in the matter.

But he didn't dare say anything. He just stared at the mountain range, silently calculating how many treasures the kid had left.

While he was calculating, a commotion suddenly broke out in the distance.

The crowd parted as a figure stepped out from behind them. Wearing a grey-white Daoist robe, he stood with his hands behind his back, his Aura as deep as an abyss.

Following behind him were several Saint King Realm Elders, looking aggressive.

Old Ancestor Piaomiao.

The group of people hurriedly bowed in greeting.

Old Ancestor Piaomiao swept his gaze over them, his eyes landing on a Great Saint Realm expert. "What is the situation?"

The man quickly replied, "Senior Piaomiao, that kid is hiding in this mountain range. We have surrounded the area; he cannot escape."

Old Ancestor Piaomiao nodded but said nothing.

A Quasi-Emperor Dao Domain silently unfolded.

The entire mountain range was shrouded by his power; every tree and every stone was within his perception.

Lu Tianxing, who was closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, stiffened. He felt as though every inch of his Aura was being peered into, with nowhere to hide.

Not good, I've been locked onto.

Outside, the corner of Old Ancestor Piaomiao's mouth twitched slightly. "Found him."

Old Ancestor Piaomiao's figure flickered, appearing above the cave.

He raised his hand and gave a casual wave.

A grey-white light descended, and the top of the entire cave was sliced off cleanly, sending rubble flying.

Lu Tianxing's figure was exposed amidst the rubble. He sat slumped among the scattered stones, his face deathly pale.

The sound of breaking air rang out repeatedly. Saint Kings, Great Saints, Saint Transformations...

One figure after another followed, surrounding the mountain peak so tightly that not even water could pass.

Lu Tianxing looked at the crowd before him, his heart sinking to the bottom.

Especially the one leading them...

A Quasi-Emperor...

He actually had Quasi-Emperor-grade treasures too.

But with his current cultivation, he couldn't bring out their effects at all.

He couldn't block this.

"As expected of Senior Piaomiao!" a Great Saint Realm Cultivator flattered with a smile. "The moment you act, this kid can no longer run."

Someone looked at Lu Tianxing with a mocking smile. "Kid, why don't you run? Weren't you quite good at running?"

"Hahaha..."

Hearing the crowd's flattery, a smile also appeared on Old Ancestor Piaomiao's face.

He had performed a great service this time. Once the rewards from the Emperor Sect arrived...

Perhaps it would allow him a glimpse into the Great Emperor Realm...

"Kid, come with this old man."

He reached out with a palm, aiming straight for Lu Tianxing.

Then, a sudden change occurred.

The rubble beneath Lu Tianxing's feet suddenly lit up.

Golden patterns spread out from under his feet as if activated by something, diffusing frantically in all directions.

When Old Ancestor Piaomiao's palm struck the golden light, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, dissipating silently.

He furrowed his brows.

The golden light grew brighter and brighter. Runes emerged from beneath Lu Tianxing's feet, dense and layered, enveloping his entire body.

An ancient and majestic Aura awakened from within the mountain, causing even Old Ancestor Piaomiao to feel a hint of pressure.

"A Formation?" a Great Saint behind him blurted out.

"It's not a Formation." Old Ancestor Piaomiao stared at the golden light, his expression darkening. "It's a Secret Realm."

A Secret Realm?

The people around them looked at each other in surprise.

The golden light suddenly retracted, and along with Lu Tianxing's figure, it vanished without a trace.

In its place was only a bottomless pit. At the mouth of the pit, runes flickered faintly, emitting an Aura that warded off all outsiders.

Old Ancestor Piaomiao landed at the entrance and sent out his Divine Sense.

As soon as his Divine Sense touched the entrance, it was bounced back by a soft but immovable force.

He tried again, pouring spiritual power into his palm and striking the entrance, but he still couldn't break it open.

His expression darkened completely.

"Senior?" a Great Saint Realm Cultivator behind him asked cautiously.

Old Ancestor Piaomiao ignored him. He stared at the entrance for a long time before squeezing out a sentence through his teeth:

"A Quasi-Emperor Realm Secret Realm. The cultivation of the person who left this behind is above my own."

The surroundings fell into a dead silence.

Even Old Ancestor Piaomiao couldn't break it? Then what was the use of them standing here?

"Guard it tightly." Old Ancestor Piaomiao straightened up, his tone turning cold. "Since he went in, he must come out. This old man doesn't believe he can hide inside for a lifetime."

He paused, then added, "Immediately send word to the Emperor Sect. Let the Emperor Sect decide on this matter."

Someone behind him hurriedly responded. A communication talisman flew out from the mountain range, speeding toward the direction of Lingzhou.

Old Ancestor Piaomiao stood at the entrance with his hands behind his back, staring at the faint layer of light, his face ashen.

The duck that was already in his mouth had flown away.