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Chapter 602 - 669, Blast You to Death!

Chapter 602: Chapter 669, Blast You to Death!

Fury!

A suffocating rage burned within Zhou Tong, setting his mind ablaze, his eyes nearly bloodshot to splitting.

Zhou Yuankai was his brother. Although Zhou Tong was strict with him normally, he was still his brother, tied by blood. The death of his brother, combined with the Iron Fist Sect being reduced to ruins, was more than anyone could bear, especially a proud Heavenly Level master like Zhou Tong.

With the sect destroyed and his brother killed, Zhou Tong’s anger reached its breaking point.

Zhou Tong, with eyes blood red, shouted fiercely, "Despicable Fang Yi, give me your life!"

"My life is right here, let’s see if you can take it," Fang Yi responded, determined to draw fire away from the old man Ye Ge.

Although Zhou Tong was a Heavenly Level master, he was only at the first tier. Fang Yi, now at the Earth Level fifth stage and relying on the Divine Travel Steps, knew it was a fantasy to think he could defeat him, but maybe he could stall him for a while.

Moreover, without Fang Yi saying much, given the current situation, his hate value was full enough to keep Zhou Tong’s pursuit heated.

Without a word, Zhou Tong began his chase. At this moment in his heart, Fang Yi was his number one enemy and the person he most wanted to kill. If he couldn’t kill Fang Yi, he would never find peace.

The moment Zhou Tong charged at Fang Yi, Fang Yi immediately used Divine Travel Steps, pushing his speed to the limit. It had to be to the extreme; after all, Zhou Tong was a Heavenly master, and if Fang Yi didn’t desperately flee, he would be caught.

Fang Yi fled toward the back mountains of Iron Fist Sect, passing a fiery inferno that consumed everything in its path – the beams and tiles of buildings all reduced to ruins from the bombing and the fire. It was a disaster for Iron Fist Sect.

No matter how formidable your ancient martial arts, facing high-tech military hardware made it as worthless as a sheet of paper, unless every member of your sect was a Heavenly Level master; otherwise, no sect could withstand such an assault.

"Fang Yi, stop running!" Zhou Tong bellowed furiously from behind.

"If you want to kill me, come and do it, don’t just blabber like a pig!" Fang Yi taunted, aiming to relieve some pressure from old man Ye Ge, though it was a heavy burden on him.

However, Fang Yi had underestimated the situation. Zhou Tong, after all, was a first-tier Heavenly master with incredible speed. Even pushing Divine Travel Steps to its limit, Fang Yi was quickly overtaken.

"Die!"

As Zhou approached, he launched a punch towards Fang Yi.

With no choice, Fang Yi turned to face him, clashing fists with Zhou Tong, which sent Fang Yi flying back, his gut churning, his organs vibrating from the impact.

Of course, this wasn’t enough to stop Fang Yi from fighting back. He immediately, without hesitation, continued to flee. If he couldn’t fight, he could escape; as long as the green hills are there, one need not worry about firewood – a principle Fang Yi knew all too well.

"This is no good, being chased and beaten is too passive," Fang Yi thought. But shaking off Zhou Tong’s pursuit was easier said than done.

In the ensuing moments, Fang Yi endured several punches from Zhou Tong, each one causing his blood to roil more intensely, nearly unable to hold on. If it weren’t for the "Evil Desire Scripture," he might have already fallen.

Fang Yi circled around Iron Fist Sect’s gate, not straying too far, and while constantly fleeing, he also pondered ways to deal with Zhou Tong.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Fang Yi’s eyes, he muttered under his breath, "So what if you’re a Heavenly master? I’ll blast you to bits!" The next moment, Fang Yi immediately contacted Dragon Soul members.

The previous ten missiles had only launched three, not fully releasing due to the high costs of each missile. Fang Yi contacted Number Eight, the computer hacker, who was also in charge of the missiles.

"Dragon Master!" Upon receiving Fang Yi’s communication, Number Eight immediately responded.

"I’m coming your way, and someone is following me. Don’t hesitate, when you see the person behind me, just fire the missile at him!" Fang Yi said coldly.

"Yes!"

"Number Eight, you can come over at any time!" swiftly transmitted through the communicator.

"Okay!"

Fang Yi shouted, then suddenly turned around and yelled loudly at Zhou Tong who was not far behind him, "Zhou Tong, I’m right here! If you have the guts, come and catch me, otherwise, if I escape, it’s on you."

It was clearly a provocation.

At this moment, Zhou Tong had gradually calmed down, sensing that Fang Yi was deliberately provoking him. But due to his pride as the Sect Leader of the Iron Fist Sect, in his eyes, no enemy was a problem unless they were of the Heavenly Level, believing he could easily crush them.

Thus, Zhou Tong ignored any scheme Fang Yi might have and shouted loudly, "You despicable Fang Yi, if you’re brave enough, stop and fight me! I’ll make you beg for life and death."

As Fang Yi ran ahead, he said, "Really? But aren’t I still alive and well?"

Zhou Tong coldly huffed, "In any case, no matter where you flee today, I will ensure you die without a grave as a companion to my Iron Fist Sect!"

In the night, Fang Yi ran ahead, unconcerned about the threatening words from Zhou Tong.

At this time, although Fang Yi was fleeing, his expression was unusually calm and indifferent, his eyes shimmering with an icy gleam.

"Dragon Master, we’ve spotted you!" Number Eight’s voice came through the earpiece at this moment. "You are about five hundred meters away from me. There’s someone behind you, and I’ve locked a small missile onto him!"

"Don’t use one, use two missiles. Follow my command to launch sequentially!" Fang Yi instructed calmly.

"...Yes!"

Number Eight’s position was on the mountain, so at this moment, Fang Yi was heading uphill. Zhou Tong, furiously pursuing from behind, determined that he must not let this youngster cross the mountain. Beyond it lay a forest, making any further pursuit exceedingly difficult.

Immediately, Zhou Tong gathered all his True Qi. Previously, he had constrained his full strength, not fully demonstrating the power of a Heavenly Level master. However, now, Zhou Tong’s aura and breath suddenly changed, his speed accelerating even faster, as fast as lightning, rushing towards Fang Yi.

Fang Yi sensed someone approaching from behind, and his expression instantly changed!

Fang Yi instinctively turned around and threw a punch at Zhou Tong.

As the punch flew out, Fang Yi spat blood mid-air.

With a loud crash, Fang Yi hit a large tree, causing it to shake violently. Landing on the ground, Fang Yi took a deep breath and without any pause, continued climbing the mountain.

"Thinking of escaping in front of this Sect Leader? What a delusional dream!" Seeing that Fang Yi was severely injured, Zhou Tong felt elated.

Ignoring Zhou Tong’s words, Fang Yi kept moving forward and asked softly, "Number Eight, how many meters left?"

"Three hundred meters?" Fang Yi pondered for a moment and then ordered, "Launch!"

"Yes!"

Number Eight solemnly responded and pressed a button on the laptop.

In the night sky, a meteor-like flare soared, drawing a fan-shaped arc at an indiscernibly fast speed towards its target.

Meanwhile, Zhou Tong, who was previously delighting in his pursuit, suddenly furrowed his brows, a bad premonition arising in his heart.

"What... is that?"

Zhou Tong couldn’t help but look up; he saw the meteor-like flare, staring in shock, briefly dumbfounded by the spectacle.