322: Hidden Immortal King

Two Golden Immortal Realm Powerhouses led them in a mad dash, with countless figures in hot pursuit behind them.

As those powerful auras drew even closer, the group began to grow increasingly flustered.

Su Yao and Little Fatty Bai simultaneously took out the talismans in their hands; these were talismans capable of spanning over ten thousand miles.

They could be used for directional teleportation to a location tens of thousands of miles away.

The two of them tore them open and used them at the same time.

They fled in opposite directions, one to the left and one to the right.

In any case, their final destination was the Sect, and they could just regroup there later.

"Damn it, their auras have actually vanished!"

Upon sensing that the auras had disappeared, everyone's expressions turned incredibly ugly.

"Don't panic. I have a compass that can calculate their trail. As long as they are still in this world, we will definitely be able to find their path."

An old man holding a compass appeared before everyone and displayed it. Two points of light immediately appeared on it, fleeing into the distance.

"These two are ten thousand miles away. If everyone splits into two groups, we can capture them both!"

"They're just two Golden Immortals; it's impossible for them to escape from our grasp!"

There were three Immortal Venerables present; it was impossible for the two of them to escape. Everyone immediately split into two groups and pursued them at high speed in the directions they had fled.

Both of them felt the auras behind them drawing closer and closer in the air. Damn it, is there really no way to hide?

They had basically exhausted all the long-distance displacement methods they could use.

The Black Dog Immortal Kingdom was very far from here; the idea of fleeing there for help was completely unrealistic and impossible.

Su Yao's expression grew increasingly grim as the two of them converged once again.

"What should we do? They are only a few hundred miles away from us now!"

Little Fatty Bai's face turned slightly pale. If he had known that coming out would lead to this outcome, he wouldn't have killed so ruthlessly inside.

If he had left them some resources, their current situation might not be so dire.

Just as the two of them fell into despair and prepared to stop and fight to the death, a mysterious aura suddenly enveloped them.

When they reappeared, they were already in a dense forest. A white-haired old man was wielding a hoe, tilling vegetables in front of his small house.

"You don't need to hide anymore; just rest here with me."

The old man gently stroked his beard and then set the hoe in his hand on the ground.

He did not radiate any aura, yet both of them could sense the extraordinary nature of this old man.

The two of them respectfully cupped their hands in salute; those two Golden Immortals also kept their heads lowered and remained silent.

They stopped in the old man's small courtyard.

Sure enough, the very next moment, the pursuers arrived at this location.

A brilliant smile appeared on the old man's face, and he waved his hand at the crowd.

"I ask you all to please turn back. I don't want to make this matter too ugly; I am protecting these people."

Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately noticed the old man's presence.

They exchanged glances, their expressions gradually turning strange.

The old man appeared to have no aura at all, just like a Mortal.

"Heh, I don't know which mountain wilderness this old man crawled out of, but you actually dare to meddle in our business? Do you know who we are? Everyone present here is an Immortal!"

A guy who was clearly lacking in intelligence sneered and slapped towards the old man. The next instant, his figure gradually solidified in mid-air, and the sneer on his face turned into terror. Then, his body crumbled inch by inch, finally dissipating between heaven and earth.

Seeing this, the others immediately gasped. The old man's Cultivation was clearly immensely powerful, far beyond what they could contend with. Even an Immortal Venerable Powerhouse was as insignificant as an ant before this old man; even if this old man were weak, he was definitely an Immortal King.

Everyone hurriedly cupped their hands in salute, panic written on their faces.

"We did not know that this was Senior's place of Cultivation. We have caused much disturbance; please forgive us, Senior."

After apologizing very respectfully, the group fled at lightning speed. They didn't dare to stay there for a moment longer, terrified of being killed directly by the old man. The temperaments of such enlightened experts were generally quite peculiar, and he might strike at any moment.

Seeing those people leave in the sky, Su Yao and Little Fatty Bai heaved a great sigh of relief. Thanks to the old man before them, they were now safe and sound.

"Old Senior, thank you. If there is an opportunity in the future, we will definitely repay you."

Su Yao and Little Fatty Bai hurriedly cupped their hands in thanks, but the latter smiled and shook his head.

"I saved you two naturally because I fancied your Aptitude. If you are willing to stay here with me and become my Disciples, that would be for the best."

The old man stroked his beard, his expression inscrutable, appearing like an enlightened expert. His methods just now had truly shocked the two of them, but upon hearing about taking on Disciples, both of them still shook their heads.

"You are joking, Senior. We both belong to a Sect and cannot become your Disciples. If you don't believe us, you can return to our Sect with us to see."

Su Yao sighed helplessly. The old man was very kind to them, but they could not betray their Revered Master, nor could they betray their Sect.

"How big can the background of you two little fellows be? You are merely Disciples of some Sect, with perhaps a bit better talent at most, but what does that matter?"

"Follow me, and becoming an Immortal King in the future is a certainty. You should know that I am already a Peak Immortal King Powerhouse. If you are willing, you can directly become my Disciples!"

"This is a blessing that countless people beg for but cannot obtain. I advise you two little fellows to think it over again."

The old man slowly opened his narrowed eyes, a calm smile appearing on his face.

He believed that as long as he revealed his identity, these two would definitely be moved. The strongest Powerhouse in the Immortal Kingdom they belonged to was probably only at the Immortal King Realm, and certainly not a match for him, a Peak Immortal King.

In this way, he would be able to take both of them as his Disciples.

However, unexpectedly, the expressions on their faces gradually became somewhat peculiar; they seemed to want to laugh, but dared not.

"Old Gentleman, if you don't believe that we have a Sect, you can come with us for a trip. By then, you should give up the idea of taking us as Disciples."

Su Yao and Little Fatty Bai planned to bring him back to meet their Revered Master. If he still dared to be so tough after seeing the Emperor Realm strength of their Revered Master, then they would truly admire him.

They were Disciples of an Immortal Emperor; how could they possibly run off with an Immortal King?