Chapter 690 - 690: Black Wing Martial Soul

Facing a Blood Corpse at the Earth King Realm, none of the nine dared to be careless.

The group of six made a swift decision, immediately abandoning their pursuit of Chu Qingyun to focus their energy on the Blood Corpse and break out.

As for Tu Guang's trio, they watched Chu Qingyun's back grow smaller in the distance until he vanished, their hearts filled with bitter resentment.

'He escaped this time, and we've tipped him off. Hunting him down again is going to be incredibly difficult!'

"Yuan De, it's up to you! Get us out of here!"

Tu Guang suddenly turned to Sheng Yuande, the Level Two Martial King.

"Okay!"

"Black Wing Martial Soul!"

With a soft cry from Sheng Yuande, the Level Two Martial King, Primordial Power surged from his back, manifesting a pair of massive black-feathered wings with a wingspan of nearly eight meters.

The wings were pure black, shimmering with a dark luster that gave them a powerful and sturdy appearance.

The man's Martial Soul was actually an exceedingly rare Flying Martial Soul!

Once he deployed his Flying Martial Soul, Sheng Yuande grabbed Tu Guang and Dong Yiran, one in each hand. With a beat of his wings, he rapidly ascended from the ground.

The powerful gales from his wings easily pulverized the obstructing trees and rocks in their path.

"Bastards, don't even think about leaving!"

"Dammit, stop them!"

After a brief moment of shock, the six men at the side snapped back to their senses. They immediately unleashed their Primordial Power and Soul Techniques, attempting to stop the trio.

Behind them, a horde of Blood Corpses was closing in.

Naturally, the six of them wanted more people to stay and deal with the Blood Corpses together; they had no desire to be left behind to cover the retreat.

However, Tu Guang and Dong Yiran gritted their teeth and managed to block their hasty attacks. Meanwhile, Sheng Yuande flapped his wings, shot out of the forest, and soared into the sky, completely leaving the other six behind.

"Chu Qingyun is over there! After him!"

With his aerial vantage point, Tu Guang scanned the area and immediately spotted Chu Qingyun speeding through the forest below.

"Haha, the kid can't escape! He's a dead man today!"

Sheng Yuande laughed heartily. With a powerful flap of his huge wings, he became a black shadow, streaking through the air straight toward Chu Qingyun.

Although Chu Qingyun had mastered the First Layer of the Ten Thousand Spirits Saint Body Inner Chapter, making him faster than the average Level Two Martial King, running on the ground was no match for the speed of flight.

Even while carrying two people, Sheng Yuande easily caught up to Chu Qingyun from above the forest.

"Die, kid!"

"Take this!"

Tu Guang unleashed a Soul Technique while Dong Yiran drew his battle saber and slashed out with Sword Qi. Their attacks tore through the canopy from above, aimed straight at Chu Qingyun.

Chu Qingyun had thought he'd shaken them off. But he hadn't been running for long before he sensed three powerful auras in the air behind him, rapidly closing in.

Chu Qingyun glanced back, his face instantly showing surprise.

'I never thought Tu Guang's group would have a Flying Martial Soul, and a Tier Four one at that!'

However, after a brief moment of surprise, Chu Qingyun immediately snapped back to his senses.

"Blood Flame!"

He activated the Ten Thousand Spirits Saint Body Secret Technique, and his speed abruptly increased, allowing him to easily evade the attacks from Tu Guang and Dong Yiran.

'A Tier Three Soul Technique and some low-level Sword Qi.'

'With just these kinds of attacks, they couldn't hurt me even if they were Level Three or Four Martial Kings.'

And so, the chase began, with one party fleeing and the other in pursuit.

Chu Qingyun tried many times, but no matter how he changed direction, he couldn't shake off Tu Guang's trio.

'Besides, it's daylight now. Flying in the air gives them a total visual advantage. Even using my Shadow Martial Soul would be pointless.'

Meanwhile, Tu Guang and Dong Yiran continuously bombarded Chu Qingyun with Soul Techniques and blasts of Primordial Power.

Although they failed to harm Chu Qingyun in the slightest, watching him flee in a pathetic state, constantly dodging, filled the three of them with a sense of vindictive pleasure.

"Hahaha! Chu Qingyun, if you have any guts, stop running! Look at you now, like a pathetic stray dog!"

"A Core Disciple of the Saint Extreme Sect, ha! So this is all you amount to. If you're so tough, why don't you jump up and hit us?"

The trio laughed and jeered as they continued their chase and attacks.

What none of them noticed, however, was the cold smirk that never left Chu Qingyun's face.

Tu Guang's trio believed that their Flying Martial Soul put them in an invincible position.

'But how could they possibly know that I have more than one way to easily shoot them down?'

The reason he hadn't acted immediately was that he was still thinking about the group of six behind them.

'Among those six are four Earth King Realm Experts. Facing a horde of Martial King Realm Blood Corpses, it would be impossible for them to kill every single one, but breaking out and escaping shouldn't be too difficult.'

'That's why I want to get farther away before I make my move, to avoid having those six catch up to me again.'

With one side fleeing and the other giving chase, both parties moved at extreme speed.

After a dozen or so minutes, they were far from the valley.

"Yuan De, just chasing him like this isn't getting us anywhere. Here's the plan: drop me off in front of Chu Qingyun, and drop Dong Yiran behind him."

"You stay above and track him. The three of us will pincer him. Let's end this quickly before something else goes wrong!"

Chu Qingyun had not yet made a move, but Tu Guang was already getting a bit impatient.

"Alright, boss!"

Sheng Yuande acknowledged the order. He then swooped down behind Chu Qingyun and dropped Dong Yiran into the forest below.

After landing safely, Dong Yiran immediately broke into a sprint, chasing after Chu Qingyun.

Meanwhile, Sheng Yuande, still carrying Tu Guang, accelerated sharply. He easily overtook Chu Qingyun, then swooped down again to set Tu Guang on the ground ahead.

Of course, Sheng Yuande could have chosen to drop Tu Guang and Dong Yiran right next to Chu Qingyun.

However, they would have been unable to dodge or move freely while landing. It would have been far too dangerous if Chu Qingyun seized the opportunity to attack.

Although Chu Qingyun was only a Level One Martial King, he was a Sect Disciple, after all. The three of them were still somewhat wary of his true strength.

Freed from their weight, Sheng Yuande's movements became even more nimble.

With a light flap of his wings, he easily kept pace with Chu Qingyun again.

Meanwhile, Tu Guang in the front and Dong Yiran in the rear used Sheng Yuande's position to constantly close in on Chu Qingyun.

No matter which way Chu Qingyun turned, they could adjust their positions instantly. Under Sheng Yuande's guidance, the two men were actually managing to gradually surround Chu Qingyun.

"Chu Qingyun, you're finished!"

Flying high in the air, Sheng Yuande casually thrust a hand downward. A hundred-meter-long giant hand made of Primordial Power came crashing down toward Chu Qingyun below.