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Chapter 170 One Hundred Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers, Desperate Battle! The Will of Heaven

Chapter 170: Chapter 170 One Hundred Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers, Desperate Battle! The Will of Heaven

"We’ve shaken them off!"

Liang Hui sighed in relief, the aura emanating from the Golden Armor men he had just encountered was too intimidating.

He almost used the green talisman on his arm to slap the opponent to death.

’How did the enemy find us? We had already erased the marks left by the Primordial Spirit experts.’

The young man pondered in his heart.

Moments later, a look of realization dawned on him.

Turning to Qing Yi beside him, they exchanged a look, their eyes brimming with helplessness.

"Diviner."

The two of them spoke almost simultaneously, it seemed that this was the only way to pin down their location.

"Don’t you have any means of concealing divinations? Otherwise, we can’t avoid being hunted down."

The young man’s expression was grave, sensing the presence that had emerged in front of them once more, it was clear that not a few people had learned of their location.

Qing Yi’s face was bitter as she sensed the dim ancient mirror within her, shaking her head.

"I need time to recover."

"Troublesome, it seems that escorting you once will not be easy."

He stretched out his hand, and a bronze long spear appeared within his grasp.

Dazzling thunder light, intermixed with fierce flames, emerged along the long spear.

The young man gazed distantly at the five figures that appeared on the land.

The war chariot dived, the long spear stretched across the sky.

Kill!

A deluge of secret techniques blossomed among them, the desert echoing with thunderous roars.

Only the long spear was dazzling and eye-catching, as if it was unique in this world.

Piercing through the secret techniques, it ran through the enemies’ chests.

Several breaths later, the war chariot rose into the sky once more.

Liang Hui stood with his spear, his blue robe stained with blood.

Turning his head to look at the girl brimming with apology, his mouth cracked into a smile.

"The promise I made will always be honored. I said I would protect you until you have fully recovered from your injuries, and I will not break my word."

"These little hindrances are just the right challenge to temper myself."

His words were filled with pride and confidence.

It was as if not the whole of Great Chu was after them, but a gang by the roadside.

"I will recover from my injuries as quickly as possible."

"Good."

Suddenly, a powerful aura reappeared behind the war chariot, it was the Golden Armor man from before.

The war chariot moved forward, its direction no longer towards Jingzhou.

Liang Hui had no intention of heading directly for Jingzhou now that their location was known, and he did not want to walk into a trap.

He wanted to fight a battle with the enemy in this desert.

The war chariot sped through the sky,

One hour.

After completely shaking off the Golden Armor man, they slowed down.

"Let me take control of the war chariot, you recover the consumed mana and inner strength."

Qing Yi stepped forward, coming to the young man’s side, and spoke softly.

"Okay."

After yielding the driver’s seat, Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the war chariot.

He took out a precious medicine from his storage space and swallowed it directly.

Whirl! Whirl!

Sounds like a tsunami emanated from the young man’s body.

It was the sound of blood flowing.

Inner strength and mana were recovering at an incredibly fast pace.

Even Qing Yi couldn’t help but glance sideways at the tremendous activity.

The sun was setting, and night was about to fall.

The pleasant chime of bells, mixed with the sound of waves, circulated in the sky.

Without a moment’s pause.

Suddenly, an elderly man in a green robe materialized in front of the war chariot.

His mouth wide open, as if wanting to say something.

Zap!

A cyan-blue Thunder Spear, cutting through the sky, pierced his body in an instant.

Then the Thunder Spear exploded directly, charring the green-robed elder black.

He fell from the sky.

Qing Yi, driving the war chariot, looked back.

The young man was already up, striding to the front of the war chariot.

"From this moment on, whenever we encounter any Martial Artist or Daoist, kill!"

Liang Hui’s eyes were filled with cold ruthlessness.

He took over the driving of the war chariot.

"You recover from your injuries first, I alone am enough for what follows."

Qing Yi nodded her head.

She obediently moved to the side and began to recover.

The youth finally cast his gaze forward, sensing his surroundings with the aid of the Flowing Light Bell.

At this moment, any Martial Artist or Taoist that appeared in the desert,

He adhered to one principle.

The weak, kill!

The strong, ambush and kill!

The very strong, retreat!

Blood began to flow within the desert.

Many sects and families, lured by rewards, spilled their blood here.

Every day, the sounds of combat echoed through the desert.

Liang Hui fought to madness, with every inch of the desert bearing the marks of his battles.

Half a month!

Without a single day’s rest, he fought across a hundred thousand miles of rivers and mountains.

With bloodshed, he forced sects and families to retreat, even to the point of annihilation.

Under such slaughter, of course, Great Chu remembered the youth known as Mo.

"Mo! You, as a Chu citizen, actually assist the people of Zhou, there will be no good end for you."

The roar resounded, shaking the mountains and earth.

That was a tall and sturdy middle-aged man dressed in elegant clothes, yet he was nailed to the desert sand.

Blood dyed his robes red, his expression horribly ferocious, as he gazed at the chariots in the sky.

It was as if he could see through the chariot’s radiance to the breathtakingly brilliant youth.

After the Diviner’s calculations and half a month’s collection of information, everyone came to know of Liang Hui’s other identity.

Emerging from a small mountain village, by a stroke of fortune, he soared to great heights as a young man.

However, at this moment, this top prodigy of Great Chu seemed to have become the consort under the skirt of the goddess of the Yuan Yang Sect.

In response to the middle-aged man, was the thunder that streaked across the sky.

Zap!

The dazzling lightning directly pierced through the middle-aged man’s head.

Liang Hui withdrew his extended hand, looking down indifferently at the corpse on the ground.

Standing beside him was a woman radiant with divine light.

Clothed in a white dress, her face veiled, she exuded a detachment from the vulgar world.

Her beautiful eyes looked towards the youth, as serene as autumn waters.

This half a month, she had witnessed relentless battles, with all enemies falling.

She also saw the youth’s robes stained with blood.

"Let’s get ready to leave."

Liang Hui’s words interrupted her thoughts.

"Leave?"

"These past five days, the enemies have become stronger and stronger, and it’s no longer that useful for our cultivation."

"We need to find a new place."

The youth explained.

Then, he took out the last Mystic Altar from his bosom.

The battles of this half month had not yielded a single Mystic Altar; clearly, the enemies entering the desert were intentionally not carrying them.

However, he had obtained quite a few Magic Artifacts, some of which were of decent quality.

"Qing Yi, can you now conceal our location?"

"I can."

She uttered, her red lips slightly parting.

The faint ancient mirror within her began to radiate light once more after half a month’s rest.

The next moment, the mirror’s light flowed, forming a hazy red mist, which emerged around Qing Yi’s figure.

"Mo, do you need to be concealed?"

"No need, I have obtained a treasure in the ruins that can conceal me."

Liang Hui’s palm rubbed the Mystic Altar.

Suddenly, with force.

Crack!

The Mystic Altar directly shattered, and a narrow crack appeared in front of them.

"Let’s go!"

"Alright."

The two figures walked side by side, stepping into the narrow crack.

Space shifted.

Soon, the vast desert had disappeared.

Looking again, lush greenery filled their view.

Liang Hui stood on the ground.

With a somewhat astonished expression, he looked forward.

That was a patch of vibrant red grassland, which even standing beside, one could smell the fragrance.

He sensed the energy contained within the unknown red grass.

The energy was immense and also related to Qi-Blood.

Without a doubt, this was a treasured land.

A smile gradually appeared on Liang Hui’s face as he looked up into the Vault of Heaven.