Chapter 4542 — Hunted Again
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As an overlord among evil cultivators, the Old Sect of West Mountain did not, frankly, care much about losing a disciple or two. He had always treated human lives like grass; disciples could be taken again after death, no great matter. But at his level, face could never be lost, on any occasion. To lose it would not only make him a laughingstock—it would badly erode his power to intimidate.
If an evil-cultivator overlord could not frighten people and could not command the field, what the hell was he even doing out in the world?
The Old Sect of West Mountain's sudden appearance was like a bucket of ice water dumped over Wei Zhao's fine mood. Fortunately, his nerves were tough: though the sight of the old devil inevitably left him stunned and shaken, he quickly came to his senses, and without a word of nonsense urged the spirit bird into flight.
The spirit bird flew extremely fast—first-rate among all flying beasts. In raw speed it was at least comparable to Wei Zhao's superior-limit Butterfly Microstep on the ground. The Old Sect of West Mountain might look like he could fly, but compared with a true flying spirit beast, that was at best hovering; his aerial speed could not possibly match the bird's.
Unfortunately, the Old Sect of West Mountain did not need speed to run a man down. Just as before, once his divine sense locked onto Wei Zhao's position, a single instantaneous shift would bring him right alongside. That kind of uncanny skill could not be shaken off by speed alone.
The key reason he had escaped last time was that Wei Zhao had smeared himself with swamp mud, which successfully cut off the Old Sect of West Mountain's divine-sense lock. Only with the help of that wretched creature—half bluff, half scare—had he slipped away. Otherwise, no matter how fast he was, no matter how desperately he pushed the superior-limit Butterfly Microstep, it would have been for nothing.
During that month on South Island, Wei Zhao had in fact gathered some swamp mud with the same effect inside the jade pendant's space. But now time was short—the Old Sect of West Mountain would never give him the chance to smear it on. And anyway, smearing it on himself alone would not help; the old devil need only lock onto the spirit bird beneath him.
Worse still, the weather today happened to be decent. The sprawling sea mist might at least have hindered the Old Sect of West Mountain's divine-sense lock—but now, damn it all, it was a rare day of clear skies for ten thousand li...
Even without divine sense, the man could spot Wei Zhao with his own eyes!
"Don't panic—head for that Five Venoms Marsh from before!" The wretched creature's voice sounded in his mind right on cue.
"Right!" Wei Zhao nodded decisively at once. It seemed he could only repeat the old trick—flee into South Island as before and frighten the old devil away. Of all the places around, South Island's spirit beasts were likely the only thing that could make the Old Sect of West Mountain think twice.
But having learned his lesson last time, how could the Old Sect of West Mountain let Wei Zhao succeed so easily? Killing intent blazed cold around his whole body. This time he had all but abandoned the idea of taking Wei Zhao alive; never mind the trump-card puppet. But he would restore his face no matter what. This time, Wei Zhao had to die! R1152