Farewell to White Tiger Abyss

After leaping into the sky, Chen Feng stepped directly onto the air, creating bursts of sonic booms as he headed in the direction of the Kunlun Mountains.

At the same time.

Dozens of Six Meridians Divine Sword beams finally struck his Indestructible Golden Body.

Cracks continuously appeared on his golden astral aura shield.

However, Chen Feng forcefully withstood the blows.

Simultaneously, he used the recoil from the enemy's attacks to accelerate his speed even further.

The group of Martial Saints from the Ancient Clan was shocked.

"How can his speed be so fast!"

"How is this the speed a Martial Venerable should have?"

"His speed is actually faster than my Cloud-Ascending Steps."

"Chase him! We must kill this mortal enemy of the Ancient Clan today!"

...

The Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan launched attacks as they gave chase.

Streaks of Six Meridians Divine Sword beams, along with various sword auras, continuously shot toward Chen Feng.

Meanwhile, in the city below, countless people ran out of their homes.

Or they poked their heads out of windows, looking up at the high sky.

They watched the martial arts phantoms streaking across the sky like meteors.

Some people couldn't help but shout at the sky:

"Go, Hero of Great Xia!"

"Run, Chen Feng! You must survive!"

"What are you yelling for! Do you have a death wish?!"

"If you anger the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints, we'll all die!"

...

Others took out their phones to record the streams of light continuously streaking across the sky.

They uploaded Chen Feng's situation to the internet, informing everyone in the world who cared about him.

At the old mansion of the Wei family in the Holy Capital.

Wei Qianqiu felt the auras of the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints and couldn't help but shake her head slightly.

As long as the number of Ancient Clan Martial Saints was below one hundred.

It would be within her killing limit.

But what left her somewhat speechless at this moment was...

The number of Ancient Clan Martial Saints was indeed below one hundred, but there were only a few left.

Wei Qianqiu hadn't expected such a situation to occur.

She could only shake her head and laugh helplessly, brewing a pot of tea.

She continued to wait slowly.

"This Chen Feng is really quite interesting."

"I hope he doesn't die as early as that Su Yuanshan did."

Inside the stadium.

Gu Yang slapped the two young men awake with two strikes.

Then he took out a Vermilion Fruit.

Under their expectant gazes, he stuffed it into the mouth of that Martial Saint.

Then, looking at the two young men who had lost all their cultivation, Gu Yang sighed and said,

"There aren't many Vermilion Fruits left."

"You two will have to cultivate from scratch on your own."

"In the future, relying on the Ageless Everlasting Spring Art, you will still have a chance to advance."

What!

The two were greatly shocked.

They had originally been waiting for the clan leader to give them a Vermilion Fruit to help them recover their cultivation.

But instead, the clan leader told them to cultivate from the very beginning.

"Clan Leader, I'm already at the peak Grandmaster realm. In at most another ten or twenty years, I can break through to Martial Venerable."

"If I have to cultivate all over again, it will waste decades of time for nothing."

The other person also pleaded,

"Clan Leader, in our branch, my aptitude is the best."

"Please give me a Vermilion Fruit, otherwise my future will be completely ruined."

Soon, the heavily injured and unconscious Martial Saint woke up.

Feeling his lost cultivation and injuries slowly recovering.

He said to Gu Yang somewhat apologetically,

"I've dragged down the clan and wasted another Vermilion Fruit."

Gu Yang sighed and helped him leave.

No matter how the two young men cried and shouted, he did not soften his heart in the slightest.

Nowadays, the Ancient Clan had less than fifty Vermilion Fruits left.

He truly didn't dare to use them casually anymore.

Otherwise, if other clan members suffered life-threatening injuries in the future, he could only watch helplessly as they died.

Whether to let two young clan members spend a few more decades, or to watch clan members sacrifice their lives in the future.

The answer was very obvious.

As the patriarch of a clan, he could only choose the former.

At this time, the people of the ancient clans left one after another.

But in the spectator stands, there were still a few figures who hadn't moved.

Among them was Xiao Ruohan.

At this moment, she was still immersed in the previous cheers.

The phrase "Long live the hero of Great Xia" deeply shocked her soul.

Because that man used to be her master.

She couldn't help but recall the man who used to live in a dilapidated courtyard in the suburbs, always penny-pinching.

Now, he was actually so radiant, making countless people cheer for him.

"What if I hadn't betrayed him back then?"

"No! It's all Chen Feng's fault."

"I was just pursuing the life I wanted."

"It's all because Chen Feng holds grudges too much! He just refuses to forgive me!"

...

In her heart, Xiao Ruohan had a deep hatred for Chen Feng, yet also a deep longing.

This contradictory emotion made it so that whenever she thought of Chen Feng, her thoughts would become extremely twisted.

Just then, a few young men from the ancient clans behind her walked up to Xiao Ruohan.

"Sister-in-law, let us escort you back!"

Xiao Ruohan snapped back to reality, only then noticing that the arena was already completely empty.

Besides the few of them, there was no one else.

The person she yearned for day and night was also long gone.

She looked up at the young man from the ancient clan who had spoken, and her expression couldn't help but tremble.

The young man was thin, wearing a tracksuit.

Chen Feng's figure once again surfaced before her eyes.

She suddenly stood up, grabbed the young man, and pushed him down.

Caught off guard, the young man fell straight to the ground.

Then, dumbfounded, he witnessed a scene that would only appear in a dream.

"You, you, you... what are you doing?"

"This isn't appropriate here, is it? There are still people around!"

Xiao Ruohan turned her head and looked at the other men.

A crazed smile appeared on her face.

"Then join in together!"

"The few of you added together can barely serve as a substitute for Chen Feng."

"I want you to beg for mercy like Chen Feng."

The others were also completely bewildered at this moment.

At this moment, their worldviews had flown out the window.

Their brains were so shocked by the scene before them that they couldn't think.

At the same time, a restless primal desire instantly eroded their rationality.

...

Chen Feng fled madly all the way.

More than three hundred Martial Saints pursued him relentlessly.

However, gradually, over a hundred of them could no longer keep up with the speed.

But they still followed closely behind.

Such a large group of Martial Saints flying over mountain peaks, treetops, and cities attracted countless people to stop and watch.

Every time they passed a city, countless videos would be uploaded to the internet.

At the same time, it was quickly discovered by observant people.

The direction the hero of Great Xia was fleeing towards was the Kunlun Mountains.

Especially Jin Youxi, who opened the map at this time to check Chen Feng's route.

It was a pity.

Chen Feng's direct route from the Holy Capital to the Kunlun Mountains did not pass through Kunlun City.

It just so happened to pass over a city neighboring Kunlun City.

Forty minutes later.

After many years, the group of Martial Saints from the ancient clans returned to the Kunlun Mountain Range.

Chen Feng's Indestructible Golden Body was pierced through once again.

Several more wounds appeared on his body.

However, to him, these were all completely minor injuries.

The powerful Qilin Body could heal the wounds in almost just a few breaths.

Moreover, he was about to reach his destination.

The Four Symbols Chasm.

"Let's see where you can run to now!"

"Ahead is the White Tiger Abyss. I don't believe you can escape from it a second time."

"Surround him! Don't let him slip away!"

"Today, we will offer you as a sacrifice to Mr. Bowen, the old patriarch, and all the members of the Ancient Clan who were killed by you and your disciple."

"Without the Qilin to save you this time, I'd like to see how you manage to escape the White Tiger Abyss."

...

The fiercely pursuing Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan suddenly realized that Chen Feng was fleeing directly toward the White Tiger Abyss.

They immediately spread out their ranks, forming a fan-shaped encirclement.

The fastest among them even moved to block off the sky above.

They were determined to corner Chen Feng right at the edge of the White Tiger Abyss.

Yet, no one noticed the faint smirk currently curling at the corners of Chen Feng's lips.