Chapter 2772 — Fleeing to Snow Valley

"Why are you chasing me?" Wei Zhao's mind raced desperately for a way out. Was he really about to waste his last Heaven and Earth Net? He was unwilling to accept it. If this were an enemy bound to him by some deep blood feud, fine—but the man behind him was utterly baffling!

Wei Zhao was certain the man in black belonged to the same group as the two early Earth Rank experts who had blocked his way before; otherwise there was no reason to come after him the moment he appeared. Yet even if they were in the same group, Wei Zhao had never once offended the Blood Robe Yellow Springs Sect.

"You killed my fellow disciples. If I do not avenge this, how can the Blood Robe Yellow Springs Sect hold its head up in the world of cultivator assassins?" The man in black's cold voice drifted over, flat and utterly without inflection, as though running this long had cost him no strength at all. "Wei Zhao, do not waste your efforts. I will catch you sooner or later. You are nothing but a late Earth Rank expert—there is no way you can escape. I am merely curious: how did you kill those two fellow disciples of mine? Do you have help?"

This was what the man in black could not understand. While running, Wei Zhao had already revealed his late Earth Rank strength. At a moment when his life hung in the balance, the man did not believe Wei Zhao was still holding back. And if that were so, the deaths of his two fellow disciples were rather strange. In his view, Wei Zhao must have had help at his side.

But if Wei Zhao had help, why was he sitting on the ground resting all alone? Where were the others? And after such a long chase, he had yet to see Wei Zhao call for reinforcements. This only deepened the man in black's puzzlement.

"First tell me why you want to kill me, and then I will tell you how they died," Wei Zhao said.

"You do not know why I want to kill you?" The man in black was taken aback. At a moment like this, he did not think Wei Zhao would deny it—killing one was killing, killing two was killing; there was no need to conceal the fact that he had already killed three Mystic Rank assassins of the Blood Robe Yellow Springs Sect. Could it be that those three had not died at Wei Zhao's hands after all, but at someone else's?

"I had never even heard of you people before. Those two earlier—yes, I killed them. But I truly do not know when I made enemies of your sect," Wei Zhao said with a bitter smile as he ran.

"Is that so?" The man in black said nothing more, but inwardly he grew even more suspicious that the previous three had not died at Wei Zhao's hands, and resolved to investigate thoroughly once he returned. Still, he had no intention of letting Wei Zhao go. "Since you killed those two comrades of mine, then give me your life!"

"..." Wei Zhao was somewhat speechless. What kind of logic was this? If those two had not blocked his path of their own accord, he would never have struck the killing blow. But the grudge was clearly set now, and the other man would not even bring up what had happened before. Wei Zhao could only grit his teeth and keep running.

"Wei Zhao, do not think that just because you have qinggong, you can delude yourself into escaping. It is useless," the man in black said calmly, as though he were utterly confident of catching Wei Zhao.

Of course, Wei Zhao knew the man was speaking the truth. At his current pace, he could hold out a day at most before his physical strength and true qi were completely exhausted—and then he would be at the man's mercy.

No. He could not go on like this. If he did, the only outcome was death.

Gritting his teeth, Wei Zhao could only take a gamble. He abruptly changed his direction of flight—not all at once, of course, but by subtle degrees. Otherwise, the man behind him need only adjust his angle slightly to close the distance even faster, and that was a risk Wei Zhao dared not take.

Wei Zhao could only adjust his direction bit by bit, step by step, so that the man in black had no choice but to follow in his footsteps from behind.

Clearly, Wei Zhao succeeded admirably. Though the man in black was formidable, when it came to moving through forest and wasteland, he was no match for Wei Zhao. With the wealth of experience Wei Zhao had once gained luring enemies through primeval forests, he successfully took the man in black on a long detour and shifted the direction of his flight!

This time, Wei Zhao's target was Snow Valley! Yes—the nearest place to here was Snow Valley. Wei Zhao had no choice; he could only resort to this last, desperate measure!

In Wei Zhao's view, the man in black behind him came from some Blood Robe Yellow Springs Sect, but even if that sect was also an ancient one, surely it would not go so far as to oppose another ancient sect? Once he entered Snow Valley, he would be safe for the time being.

He was not afraid that the man in black would wait at the entrance of Snow Valley for him to come out. By then, he could simply compress a true qi bomb inside Snow Valley, and the moment he emerged, blast the late Heaven Rank man in black with it. Even if it did not kill him, it would be enough to cripple him.

What Wei Zhao feared was that the man in black would recklessly follow him straight into Snow Valley—because such a possibility was not out of the question.

If that happened, Wei Zhao hoped the people of Snow Valley would step in and help him resolve the crisis. Although he knew that if Snow Valley intervened, he might have to pay a greater price—the Grand Elder might demand back the heavenly treasures and Heaven Rank weapons he had traded away—Wei Zhao had no other choice. He only needed to hold on to his bottom line: obtain a single stalk of Orchid Mustard Jade Spirit Grass. As for the other things, if they had to be returned, so be it. Who had told him to be so unlucky as to run into three lunatics?

Wei Zhao ran ahead, the man in black pursued behind, and Wei Zhao fled into the territory of Snow Valley—which made the man in black frown involuntarily!

Although the Blood Robe Yellow Springs Sect was one of the sects that rivaled the ancient sects, killing someone within another ancient sect's domain was still a matter of some scruple. After all, there was no way to justify it. Though it was not a member of Snow Valley he was killing, to spill blood on their very grounds meant the Blood Robe Yellow Springs Sect would certainly have to pay compensation afterward.

Of course, the man in black only frowned; he did not stop. His purpose on this trip was to kill Wei Zhao, and now two of his comrades were dead. He had no other choice. If he returned empty-handed like this, the Yellow Springs Patriarch of the Blood Robe Yellow Springs Sect would certainly not let him off easily!

Not only had he failed his mission, but two men had died—how had he, the leader of the group, been doing his job? If he charged into Snow Valley and killed Wei Zhao, the Blood Robe Yellow Springs Sect would at most compensate Snow Valley afterward, and the matter would be settled and forgotten, with no negative repercussions.

After all, he was not killing anyone from Snow Valley. They were all ancient-level existences; no one would fall out over such a trifle. As long as appearances were kept up, Snow Valley would not say much.