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Chapter 397 The Young Singer's Journey 66

Xiao Se and Lei Wujie and the others darted through the forest at high speed, and they were all panting heavily from the long journey.

However, the relentless pursuit of the enemy behind them gave them no chance to even stop and rest.

Tang Lian glanced at the approaching figures behind her and felt her internal energy rapidly depleting. She couldn't help but shout, "Running like this isn't going to work. Our internal energy will be completely exhausted sooner or later!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Wujie gritted his teeth and stopped in his tracks: "Then let's fight them to the death."

Xiao Se grabbed Lei Wujie in an annoyed tone and scolded, "These people are obviously prepared. How can the few of us fight them?"

Lei Wujie broke free from Xiao Se's hand and ran forward again, head down: "Are we just going to keep running like this? Maybe we should split up and try to find a way out."

“That’s a good idea.” Sikong Qianluo glanced at Xiao Se beside her and readily agreed.

Ye Ruoyi quickly rejected the suggestion to split up, analyzing, "No! Those people are hot on our heels. If we choose to split up, it will undoubtedly give them the opportunity to pick us off one by one, which is too dangerous."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Se looked towards a certain spot in the woods, her pupils contracted, and she abruptly stopped in her tracks. Seeing this, the others also quickly stopped: "Xiao Se, what's wrong?"

Xiao Se looked around, a fierce glint in his eyes: "This is... Thunderfall Mountain?"

"It will also be your burial ground."

A thunderous sound suddenly rang out from the forest, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Immediately afterwards, a burly figure wearing a black cloak and a straw hat slowly emerged from the forest, exuding a menacing aura, like a demon god emerging from the darkness.

Xiao Se's gaze was fixed on the person who had suddenly appeared. The huge sword that the person was holding tightly instantly pulled his thoughts back to that bloody rainy night.

The anger and despair of that time surged up again, and Xiao Se's eyes almost spit fire as he gritted his teeth and growled out that name: "Yan Zhantian!"

That night, Yan Zhantian severely injured him and cruelly killed everyone around him. Meanwhile, another assassin took the opportunity to strike, severely damaging his hidden meridians and rendering him unable to use his internal energy again.

If his master hadn't arrived in time, he probably would have already perished under Yan Zhantian's sword, becoming yet another soul lost in that rainy night.

"Yan Zhantian? The Angry Sword Immortal!" Lei Wujie's voice suddenly rose, his eyes filled with surprise as he looked at Yan Zhantian.

Are these few greenhorns really worth the wrathful sword immortal's intervention to kill?

Tang Lian also felt a sense of unease. If it had been someone else who had ambushed them, perhaps there would have been room for maneuver.

But if it's this person in front of them, then they'll have no choice but to fight to the death.

Yan Zhantian is the only one among the five great sword immortals who is named after rage and uses rage to nourish his sword.

He doesn't distinguish right from wrong, good from evil; he kills on a whim, without any reason whatsoever.

They are known for their ruthless actions, killing without regard for right or wrong.

Along with Ye Dingzhi, the leader of the Demonic Cult, Su Muyu, the Umbrella-wielding Ghost, and Zhuo Qing, the former Grand Eunuch, he was known as one of the Four Great Demon Lords of the World.

Now that the Angry Sword Immortal has come to intercept and kill them, he will definitely kill them, no matter what they say, it will not change this fact.

Just as Tang Lian was about to let the others run away while she stayed behind to cover their retreat, the men in black who had been relentlessly pursuing them finally caught up and surrounded them, completely cutting off their escape route.

Lei Wujie's gaze fell on the leader of the men in black. His eyes were momentarily confused, but quickly cleared. He pointed at the man and said, "You are Song Yanhui, the city lord of Wushuang City."

Previously, Song Yan had gone to Snow Moon City to ask Li Hanyi for his sword skills. Lei Wujie had fought with him at that time, so he naturally recognized his sword aura.

Seeing that her identity had been exposed, Song Yan sighed and pulled off the black cloth covering her face: "I didn't expect you to still remember me."

Lei Wujie already disliked Song Yanhui, and seeing her commit assassination only amplified his disgust: "Hmph, your Wushuang City prides itself on being a righteous sect, yet you commit such despicable acts in broad daylight."

Being scolded by a junior in front of her, Song Yan Hui was initially angry, but then felt a sense of helplessness.

Why would he want to get involved in such dark matters?

It's just that when you're in the world of martial arts, you're not in control of your own destiny.

As the city lord of Wushuang City, he had to consider the future and interests of Wushuang City, even if this choice brought him infamy.

"I..." Song Yan was about to speak when she was interrupted by Xiao Se's cold and stern voice.

Xiao Se's gaze was icy as he stared directly at Song Yan Hui and Yan Zhan Tian, ​​coldly asking, "You were sent by the White King, weren't you?"

Although it was a question, Xiao Se already had a definite answer in his heart.

The Furious Sword Immortal is Xiao Chong's master. His appearance here to ambush everyone must be for Xiao Chong's sake.

Faced with Xiao Se's questioning, Yan Zhantian slightly raised his head. Under his bamboo hat, a pair of cold eyes stared directly at Xiao Se through the dim light and shadow. There was no warmth in his eyes: "If you want to ask me, then ask my sword first."

Four years ago, he had already failed once. This time, he was determined to get rid of Xiao Se, this major threat, for Chong'er.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhantian's eyes became even sharper.

He suddenly swung his hand, plunging the greatsword he held deep into the ground beneath his feet. Then, gripping the hilt tightly with his right hand, he pulled it out with force—

In an instant, the sword energy surged like a dragon, spreading in all directions. The surrounding land seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, with dust and gravel flying everywhere.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a giant sword wreathed in blood-red light, carrying intense killing intent, hurtled straight towards Xiao Se.

Xiao Se's pupils contracted sharply, his foot slipped, and he narrowly dodged the sword.

However, before he could regain his footing, Yan Zhantian's second sword was already upon him, carrying an even more ferocious force, aimed directly at his brow.

"Desolate—"

Sikong Qianluo's voice was filled with undisguised terror. She moved swiftly, almost instinctively shielding Xiao Se.

She is currently only at the Vajra Mortal Realm, which is worlds apart from a peerless master like Yan Zhantian, the Furious Sword Immortal.

Even so, she never once had the thought of backing down.

Because she knew that if she backed down, Xiao Se behind her would have no chance of survival.

At this moment, Sikong Qianluo had only one thought in her mind: no matter what, she had to fight for a chance of survival for Xiao Se.

With this thought in mind, she held the Silver Moon Spear horizontally in front of her chest, ready to meet the sword strike.

The moment the Broken Army Sword clashed with the Silver Moon Spear, the powerful impact sent Sikong Qianluo and Xiao Se behind her flying like kites with broken strings.