You still drink Go home and drink milk

Another half an incense stick of time passed.

Yet, he hadn't even managed to touch the corner of Su Ji's clothes.

Zhao Teng stopped in mid-air, his chest heaving violently.

Not from exhaustion.

But from sheer anger.

To think he was being led on a wild goose chase by a mere bug!

If word of this got out, how could he ever show his face in the Canghuang Realm again?

"Su Hao!"

Zhao Teng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fury in his heart. His icy voice echoed throughout the entire mining area.

"If you have the guts, stop running! Come out and fight me fair and square!"

"That is, if you're a man!"

Su Ji poked half his head out.

"Now you're just being unreasonable."

"You're at the Soul Formation stage, and I'm only at the Golden Core stage."

"And you want me to fight you fair and square?"

"Why don't you suppress your cultivation to the Golden Core stage and fight me? I guarantee I'd beat the crap out of you!"

"Besides..."

"If you have the guts, stop chasing me!"

"You know, I ran into wild dogs when I was a kid. Wild dogs are exactly like this—if they can't catch their prey, they should stop barking!"

"Wild dog?!"

Zhao Teng froze for a moment before realizing he was being insulted.

"I'm going to kill you!!"

He no longer cared about maintaining his demeanor.

His entire body transformed into a small golden sun, smashing ruthlessly toward Su Ji's hiding spot.

"Holy crap! The wild dog is getting desperate!"

Su Ji let out a weird yelp, turned his head, and bolted.

And so.

The chase escalated once more.

The two hurled insults at each other as they sprinted madly.

"Stop right there, you despicable coward!"

"Nyah nyah, can't catch me, can you? Die mad about it!"

"I'm going to cut off your tongue and serve it with wine!"

"You drink wine? Go home and drink milk!"

Though Su Ji was unforgiving with his words, only he knew the bitterness in his heart.

This high-intensity escape was taking a massive toll on his spiritual energy and stamina.

Especially in the Soul-Granting Allure state; it was clear that this level of combat was a bit too taxing for Su Jiu.

He could feel the warm pink current flowing around his body gradually weakening.

Su Jiu's voice also became somewhat feeble.

"Senior Brother... I..."

Su Ji glanced behind him.

He interrupted her, "It's fine. If you're tired, rest for a bit."

"He won't be able to catch me anytime soon."

"I can manage without that little bit of help."

Of course...

That was easy to say.

But in reality, Zhao Teng's killing intent was becoming increasingly solid.

Moreover, the guy seemed to have learned his lesson.

Instead of blindly blasting everything in sight, he began using his divine sense to lock onto Su Ji's aura, little by little compressing his room to maneuver.

The distance between them was slowly shrinking.

Three hundred zhang...

Two hundred zhang...

One hundred zhang...

Su Ji's breathing grew heavy.

If he kept running like this, he would eventually be drained to death.

It seemed... he had no choice but to risk it all.

Risk it all, my foot...

I'll rest first and see if I can stall for more time.

Su Ji suddenly skidded to a halt.

His boots ground two long trails into the earth, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Clearly, this pair of boots was completely ruined.

It was a miracle they had lasted this long.

Standing on a wide expanse of crushed stone, Su Ji turned around to face the rapidly approaching golden figure.

"Huff... huff..."

Su Ji panted heavily, leaning on his Fallen Dragon Spear, trying his best to look less disheveled.

Fifty zhang away.

Zhao Teng also stopped.

Looking at Su Ji, who had finally stopped running, a savage smile crept onto his face.

"Run!"

"Why aren't you running anymore?"

Zhao Teng advanced step by step, each footfall carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Are you out of energy?"

"Are you in despair?"

"Weren't you enjoying cursing at me just now?"

"Keep cursing!"

Su Ji looked at him and suddenly grinned.

"Young Master Zhao, don't misunderstand."

Su Ji straightened his back and twirled the spear in his hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

"I didn't stop because I can't run anymore."

"But because..."

He looked up, glancing at the dim sky overhead.

Although he couldn't see the sun, he could feel the passage of time.

"Because I feel that the feng shui here is pretty good."

Su Ji's voice grew calm.

"It's quite fitting..."

"...for a burial."

Zhao Teng sneered, "It's the perfect place to bury you."

"Is it?"

Su Ji did not argue back.

He simply raised his spear slowly, assuming an offensive stance.

"Come on."

Su Ji said softly.

"The final bout."

"To decide the victor, and to decide who lives and dies."