Hong Zhan's pursuit came to an abrupt halt because a familiar figure appeared in front of him at some point, but it wasn't the Death Horse Thief. Who was the God of Death?
"Brother, this time I, Hong Zhan, admit defeat. I am willing to disband the five major horse thieves from now on. I just want to kill the traitor Ge Xun with my own hands!"
Hong Zhan rolled his eyes. Now that Ma Gui is dead, even if the opponent is still only the second-grade God Emperor, he has no confidence that he can win. It is better not to take this risk.
Chasing the traitor Ge Xun is a good reason. Every line in Hong Zhan's words reveals a hint of submission. If he is a kind-hearted person, he may really be moved by it.
But who is Lingwan? He has followed Yunxiao over the years and has seen countless conspiracies and tricks. He has been running rampant in this desert for nearly two years and knows that these horse thieves are all vicious people who kill without blinking an eye.
He let one go today, but in the future, he knows how many desert tribes like the Ula tribe will be wiped out by him. Now that he has taken action, it is impossible for Lingwan to hold back any more.
"Since you are so sensible, how about this, as long as you can help me break through to the third-grade God Emperor, I will spare your life?"
Lingwan didn't pay any attention to Ge Xun, who was fleeing further and further away. The guy was so frightened that he probably wouldn't dare to appear in this area in the future. In his eyes, there was only Hong Zhan, a third-grade God Emperor.
"this……"
Hearing Lingwan's words, Hong Zhan's face couldn't help but become extremely ugly. After all, on this continent, who can guarantee that he can break through to the third-level God Emperor without any obstacles?
Even though the little fat man in front of him was already at the peak of the second-grade God Emperor, it was not an easy task to break through to the third-grade God Emperor. Hong Zhan had already vaguely understood what he was thinking.
That was because he wanted to use this hearty battle to help him break through.
And once that happens, he will have to fight hard, and the other party will definitely use his full strength. Whether he can escape unscathed by then is a matter of two minds.
"Come on, this is your only chance to survive!"
Lingwan had a lot of time. When he said these words, Hong Zhan knew that he had no way to escape. If he didn't take care of the little fat man in front of him, he might not have a chance to escape.
After all, Hong Zhan was a strong man in the middle rank of the third-grade God Emperor. Now that he had reached this point, a feeling of hostility rose in his heart. After all, he was also the king of horse thieves who killed decisively.
Whoosh!
A ghost-headed saber suddenly appeared in Hong Zhan's hand, swinging upwards from an extremely incredible angle. If someone like Ge Xun or even Ma Gui had entered the third-level God Emperor for the first time, he might not be able to survive this moment.
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But even though Lingwan was talking just now, he had been guarding against this horse thief king. At this moment, a sneer appeared on his face, and the spear that had just disappeared from his hand came forward again.
Today's Lingwan is the only direct disciple of Desert Qianjue. Coupled with his unique innate Hunyuan Qi, the spear in his hand suddenly becomes as flexible as a dragon.
In the past two years, in terms of marksmanship, Lingwan has mastered Spear Skills, and is even stronger than when he faced the enemy with bare hands just now.
In just a dozen moves, Hong Zhan secretly complained. There seemed to be a special stickiness in the opponent's spear, which made his ghost saber somewhat unruly.
It seemed that every spear thrust created an afterimage in Hong Zhan's eyes, making him somewhat confused as to which one was the real gun and which one was the shadow.
"This...is this the Jueying Spear Technique? You...you are not Master Qianjue's new disciple, are you?"
Hong Zhan can be regarded as an old man who has been living in this desert for decades. When a flash of lightning flashed in his mind and some thoughts flashed through his mind, he couldn't help but blurt out.
"Gun...Gun Zetsu-sama?"
The Saula brothers next to them, including the members of the Ula tribe, were all stunned at this moment. They may not know the horse-thief god of death, but they definitely don't know the name of Desert Gun Jue.
In the northern desert, Qian Jue is a legend. Although many desert cultivators have never seen Qian Jue, this does not prevent them from worshiping him.
According to legend, Qian Jue's famous battle was when he killed a team of ten thousand cultivators with one shot.
Later, Qian Jue's strength improved day by day, and now he is one of the five human beings in Liyuan Realm. According to rumors, his strength may not be lower than those of the leaders of the three top sects.
Qianjue has countless fans in the desert. Not to mention the cultivators from the Ula tribe who are watching, as well as the members of the Black Wind Horse Thieves Group, many of them regard Qianjue as their belief.
More than a year ago, the news that Qian Jue had recruited a new disciple spread like wildfire in the desert and even in the Liyuan Realm, causing many young heroes to beat their chests and feet, secretly cursing why the lucky one was not him?
Hong Zhan and the others had never thought in this direction before.
Until this moment, Hong Zhan suddenly understood some truth from Lingwan's marksmanship, and his heart sank to the bottom.
If he was just a little fat man of the second-grade God Emperor, even if his strength was higher than him, Hong Zhan would be sure to escape unscathed. At most, he would just have to avoid this horse-thief Death God in the future.
But when Hong Zhan guessed that Ling Wan was a disciple of Qian Jue, he knew that he would be unable to move forward in the northern desert.
Once word of today's incident spreads out, I'm afraid no big horse thief would dare to take him in anymore. Just kidding, if that terrifying Gun Jue comes to the door, who can withstand it?
"Little brother, what happened today is that I, Hong Zhan, did something wrong. I am willing to dedicate all my savings over the years and leave the desert. I also ask my little brother to be noble and put me on the next horse!"
The fear in his heart rose uncontrollably, and the terror of Qian Jue had long penetrated into the hearts of every cultivator in the desert. This was Hong Zhan's last struggle.
Moreover, Hong Zhan also had some speculations. Qian Jue was such a direct disciple, so he couldn't trust him to deal with them all by himself. He might be hiding in secret.
Therefore, Hong Zhan no longer dared to fight, but instead opened his mouth to compromise.
These words were more begging for mercy than before, which made the Saula brothers not far away a little confused whether the horse thief Death would agree to it?
"Brother, I have searched for countless treasures over the years, and I have hidden them in a secret place. As long as you let me go, I will give you a map of the treasure place, how about it?"
Hong Zhan also kept an eye on it. In fact, he did accumulate a fortune through so many years of burning, killing and looting, but he did not take it with him. He was afraid of encountering an unpredictable situation like today.
This is Hong Zhan's last resort to save his life. The so-called sacrificing wealth to eliminate disaster and spending money to buy life is what he is talking about.
He didn't believe that a second-grade God Emperor would be unmoved by the five major horse thief kings' savings over the years?
"Do you think I care about these external things?"
Lingwan's face was a little gloomy, and he secretly thought that this guy hasn't figured out the situation yet, right?
Now, he just wants to break through to the third-grade God Emperor as soon as possible. The horse thief king of the third-grade God Emperor in front of him is his best stepping stone.
"I just said, if you can help me break through, you can survive. If not, then go die!"
Lingwan drew the spear in his hand, and three spear shadows stabbed in front of Hong Zhan in an instant, making him clearly know that his last escape route was also blocked.
"In this case, the only option is to fight to the death!"
A touch of hostility rose up from the depths of Hong Zhan's heart. Since the other party refused to accept hard words, there was no need to say more.
As a third-grade God Emperor and the king of horse thieves in this area, he also has a touch of arrogance of his own.
It's a pity that this time Hong Zhan met Ling Wan, a peerless genius who can be called a monster in the entire Ling Yuan world. His innate Hunyuan energy combined with Jue Ying's spear technique was a perfect match.
After dozens of moves, the third-grade God Emperor Hong Zhan was unable to fight back. To be able to barely counterattack even one out of ten moves was already an extremely remarkable achievement.
After all, Hong Zhan is just an ordinary casual cultivator. He does not have a strong inheritance. He may still have some upper hand against those desert cultivators who are also casual cultivators, but at this moment, he is obviously unable to do what he wants.
On the other hand, Lingwan's momentum on the opposite side was getting stronger and stronger. In the end, he seemed to be showing signs of being uncontrollable. The chaotic and majestic pulse energy in his body seemed to be about to explode.
"Is... is there really going to be a breakthrough?"
Seeing this, Hong Zhan couldn't explain how he felt, but deep down in his heart, he felt a strange sense of relief. He secretly thought that if this guy really breaks through, he should keep his promise, right?
No matter what Hong Zhan was thinking, the pressure on his hands was getting bigger and bigger. Lingwan, who seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough, was going to achieve a real breakthrough with one final push.
boom!
After ten more moves, when a violent wave of energy burst out from Lingwan, Hong Zhan's heart suddenly relaxed, and the eyes of many cultivators watching were filled with shock.
"Unexpectedly... I really broke through to the third level of the God Emperor!"
Saula is just a tribal chief of the first-grade God Emperor. The goal he is pursuing now is only the second-grade God Emperor. As for a higher realm, he needs to achieve it step by step.
Unexpectedly, the horse-thief Death God broke through from the second-grade God Emperor to the third-grade God Emperor in just one battle, which made him a little embarrassed. Fighting in secret passages is indeed the best way to improve his strength.
Just as the bystanders were horrified, a long roar suddenly came from Ling Wan's mouth, and the sound spread thousands of miles. It seemed that even the rolling yellow sand in the distance became much more spectacular because of this whistle.
Ge Xun, who had already fled far away, couldn't help but speed up a bit when he heard this voice. He knew that if he stayed for a moment longer, his life would be in danger.
The roar was still coming from behind, and Ge Xun was secretly grateful that he had escaped with his life.
In his heart, he couldn't help but mourn Hong Zhan who was still outside the Ula tribe. It seemed that he had to find another supporter.
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