259 Devouring Your Master? (1/2)

Some were killed, some gave up, and others continued their pursuit. The brightness of the source of Spirit Qi on Wang Baole surpassed the definition and concept of a torch. It was like a burning volcano. Every cultivator within a two thousand mile radius would immediately sense it.

Those within the hundreds of miles, especially, upon sensing the source of Spirit Qi, immediately stirred and grew excited. Even though they knew that it might be all for naught, the greed in their hearts and the tiniest sliver of possibility still drove them towards the location of the spiritual source.

The Galactic Dusk Sect, for example, had seventy to eighty disciples within the radius. They were scattered throughout the area and on their respective solo hunts inside the Mystic Luna Realm. At that moment, however, an icy glint flickered across their eyes. They started dashing towards the same location.

Besides the Galactic Dusk Sect, there was also the Five Generation Sky Clan. Not every disciple from the clan knew about what was going on at the dark side of the moon. The Five Generation Sky Clan, after all, comprised of multiple family clans that were in constant conflict. At that moment, there were as many Five Generation Sky Clan disciples seeking their fortunes and fragments in the mystic realm. They grew excited and agitated as well after sensing the source of Spirit Qi and rushed towards it.

The same happened for the Plume Manifestation Connate Sect. Besides the three political forces, there were also the descendants and heirs of the City Lords who sat in the Senate, as well as minor political personalities affiliated with the Senate. There were easily more than a hundred people within the two thousand mile radius. Regardless of where they were scattered in the area, they all chose to charge towards the source of the Spirit Qi like the rest.

Amongst them were those with a prominent status, like Li Xiu. Besides him, there were two others—one a nephew of the Heavenly City's City Lord and the other a nephew of the Eternal Joy City's City Lord.

The latter two were your typical tyrants and bullies. They had attended the Ethereal Fruit Feast as well. Now that they were there and had the Foundation Establishment realm within reach, they had no reason to give up when they sensed the source of Spirit Qi.

Every political force gathered. They seemed to form a huge spiraling whirlpool that had Wang Baole as its locus, spreading a thousand miles in all directions.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

Wang Baole, who had become the eye of a storm, was presently racing through the forest and silently counting down the time. He didn't mind fighting to the death, but he wasn't a bloodthirsty person at heart. If he could resolve the crisis he was in without having to kill anyone, he would do so in a heartbeat.

That was what he had planned to do. If he could find a chance and create a window of three free days for himself, he would be able to build his Foundation Establishment core. It was a good idea. The execution of it was the challenge.

Wang Baole was racing through the forest when his eyes suddenly flashed. His right hand raised and swept behind him. His Spirit Qi burst out, and lightning bolts snaked around his right hand as he caught the flying sword surging towards him.

The flying sword was black in color, and a strange glimmer shone on its blade. It seemed to contain some sort of poison. Wang Baole used his Spirit Qi to stop it in mid-flight, lightning bolts snaking up the sword, and, without any hesitation, flung it back where it came from.

His series of actions were fluid like water and very, very fast. In an instant, a pained cry rang out. A silhouette dashed out from deep within the forest, hand pressed against his chest as he retreated hurriedly.

He didn't get far. The person shuddered as blue spread rapidly over his entire body, and he quickly fell to the ground with a thud—dying on the spot.

There was a cut on his forehead. A gray mosquito flew straight out from the cut and vanished in the surrounding forest.

Another one. Wang Baole's face was cold and hard. He recognized the other's attire. It was a disciple from the Galactic Dusk Sect. Excluding the black-robed youth, that was the seventh person from the Galactic Dusk Sect.

They were all eccentric characters who were extremely skilled in concealment and camouflage. They were proficient in staging ambushes as well. If Wang Baole didn't have his mosquitoes' vision, he would find it challenging to sense them as clearly.

Wang Baole didn't check out the corpse. He was about to continue his journey deeper into the forest when a flash of light flickered across his eyes. He retreated hastily. As soon as he stepped back, the light from ten spells surged forward from both sides in a deafening roar, disintegrating the trees around him. The ground on which Wang Baole had stood a moment earlier quaked, and snapped branches and torn leaves flew in the air.

If Wang Baole hadn't dodged in time, he would have been struck by the ten spells.

As soon as he had fallen back, twenty odd people dashed out from both sides of the forest. Most of them were from the Five Generation Sky Clan. They weren't from the same family clan of those Five Generation Sky Clan disciples Wang Baole had crossed paths with earlier, but the greed and murder in their eyes were the same.