Chapter 116: The Great Pursuit (Second Update)

A few seconds later, amidst the sharp whistling sounds slicing through the air, dozens of figures arrived promptly at the spot where Ye Feng had appeared.

“Chase after him; he shouldn’t have gone far. That guy is cunning—he could be hiding nearby,” someone said grimly, eyes fixed on the corpse tangled in the thorns. The faces of the group darkened with fury. Under the watchful eyes of nearly a hundred people, Ye Feng had managed to kill one silently and without a trace. This was an utter slap in the face to them.

“This time, no matter what, we cannot let him escape,” ordered Sixty, mobilizing immediately to begin a thorough search around the forest. Three masters with profound auras each took command of over twenty men, pursuing in different directions.

At this moment, Ye Feng was concealed in a small stream less than ten meters from them.

Though submerged, he could clearly sense the presence of the Sacred Ground disciples nearby. He was waiting. Once most of them moved farther away, he planned to strike and kill one, using that to manipulate and lead the rest by the nose.

The pursuers numbered over ninety initially. After Ye Feng had taken out more than a dozen, fewer than eighty remained.

Excluding the elite guarding the ruins’ entrance, fewer than sixty were chasing him, and in different directions.

Finally, most had moved off into the distance, leaving only a dozen or so searching nearby.

Ye Feng sensed a highly skilled pursuer approaching the stream. From the profound internal energy, he judged this to be one of the three leaders at the mid-stage Spiritual Emperor level. Yet, the man was still a few meters from the shore, out of Ye Feng’s immediate kill range.

Suppressing his impulse, Ye Feng concealed his aura even more carefully, ensuring no spiritual energy fluctuations leaked from his body. He waited for the perfect moment, preparing a decisive strike.

“Old demon, when I make my move, you must lend me your strength immediately. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee a one-hit kill!” he whispered.

Though he couldn’t see the Sacred Ground master’s figure, Ye Feng clearly felt the man drawing closer, step by step.

Now was the moment…

When the pursuer came within less than a meter, Ye Feng burst upward from the water like a furious dragon emerging from the sea.

At almost the same instant, a tremendous surge of power exploded from the Demon King’s Inner Core, flowing into Ye Feng’s body.

Boom!

The long blade in his hand emitted a dazzling, radiant light as it struck toward the man.

At this moment, Ye Feng, capable of rivaling high-level Spiritual Emperors, unleashed his full strength: a heavy, powerful slash as he burst from the stream.

The sudden appearance from the water startled the man into a trembling cry. He clearly had not expected Ye Feng to be lying in wait within the stream; the unexpected turn filled him with shock.

But a master was a master. Though surprised by Ye Feng’s daring ambush, instinctively he retreated quickly and thrust both palms forward with tremendous force, unleashing a crushing wave of palm power.

Though his reaction was swift, the force he hastily pushed out came too late. The blazing blade’s light had already cut into his body.

People in the forest, witnessing this astonishing development, rushed forward—dozens of figures moving rapidly—but by the time they arrived, the fight was over.

Ye Feng was already sprinting at full speed. Though he had slain the powerful young man, the latter’s dying palm strike had inflicted serious wounds on him.

“Where to run…”

Ahead in the dense forest, several young men surged forward, blocking Ye Feng’s path.

Though he could easily evade them with his speed advantage, Ye Feng did not hesitate. Instead, he strode forward boldly. Every extra kill now would make the subsequent ambush by the Heavenly King Alliance easier. For this, he was willing to bear even more wounds.

Swinging his long blade again, its radiance like a thunderous rainbow, a roaring sound stirred the air. In an instant, one attacker’s body was shattered into pieces, blood splattering everywhere.

“Hold him down…”

From behind, several furious roars echoed through the forest. Dozens charged forward madly.

“Ye Feng, I will tear you to pieces to avenge my elder brother!” one bellowed.

“If you want to kill me, catch me first!” Wielding his blade like a god of death, Ye Feng’s golden spiritual energy surged wildly. The broken blade’s light flickered with every strike—each blow meant death for an enemy.

The blade’s brilliance streaked across the sky like a comet, dazzling and fierce. His overwhelming spiritual energy crashed in waves, unstoppable; no one could block him.

At this moment, Ye Feng only attacked, never defending—reckless as if he had no regard for his life. In just moments, three were slain by his hand.

At first, the few blocking him rejoiced seeing his recklessness. Even if they died for the cause, they could at least slow him down.

But soon their faces fell in despair. Their spiritual attacks on Ye Feng were completely blocked by an ancient shield’s phantom, unable to harm him in the slightest.

Just before the dozen reinforcements arrived, Ye Feng had already killed another foe, then leapt forward with a technique called “Dragon Swim,” his figure darting like lightning.

“Ye Feng, don’t run! Give me back my elder brother’s life!” Behind him, a furious master roared like an enraged bear, eyes bloodshot, charging forward recklessly.

It turned out the leader Ye Feng had first ambushed was this man’s older brother.

“If you had the skill to kill me, my brothers wouldn’t bark like mad dogs at you, because we are enemies!” Ye Feng’s spiritual energy surged in waves as he covered several dozen feet in a single stride, rushing ahead. His calm words carried on the wind.

“Pursue!” In the void above, another powerful young man appeared. Seeing the scattered severed limbs below, his face darkened with rage as he gritted his teeth and gestured sharply.

Behind him, over twenty elite warriors, along with the earlier reinforcements, pursued with reckless abandon.

Thus began a chase spanning a thousand miles.

Only masters of the Sacred Ground could maintain such discipline—after Ye Feng had slain more than a dozen, they still pursued with undying determination and fearless resolve.

If these were ordinary experts from lesser factions, they would have been demoralized long ago by Ye Feng’s godlike methods.

Xiao Ye, clad in flowing white robes, concealed himself atop a large tree. He too sensed the distant battle, but could not intervene—for a more important task awaited him.

Sure enough, within half an hour, Ye Feng’s figure appeared within his sight.

Ye Feng gave no sign, not even a glance at Xiao Ye in the tree, charging past at full speed.

Less than five breaths after Ye Feng passed, a large group of formidable warriors swept through the area like a storm.

The pursuers’ speeds varied; some weaker ones had been left hundreds of meters behind.

“It’s you!”

Once all ahead had sped past, Xiao Ye, dagger in hand, dove down like a great roc and instantly killed the last pursuer.