Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 223 Escape in embarrassment

However, what happened next surprised everyone. One of the four masked men confronting Wu Ming suddenly cried out, "Father, why are you here?" His voice was filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Clearly, the masked man had never expected his father to show up at this moment. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have always believed that his father had left Zhengcheng long ago and was hiding somewhere. Seeing his father suddenly appear, he couldn't help but feel panic. Everything he had planned was completely disrupted, but this was not a bad thing.

"Xiaoxuan! Actually, Dad has been following you secretly from the very beginning. Without my protection, how could you have hidden in Baiye City for such a long time without being noticed by others? But today, if I hadn't witnessed you encountering that life-and-death danger with my own eyes, Dad would definitely not show up. However, the most urgent thing at the moment is to quickly resolve this thorny trouble and evacuate from here as soon as possible. If there is any delay, when the foundation-building cultivator of Qingyun Sect stationed here arrives, I am afraid that both we father and son will be unable to escape!" The middle-aged man said to his son with a serious face.

Before he could finish his words, or even wait for his son's response, the middle-aged man flashed and instantly unleashed his own magical weapon—a seemingly simple and unadorned spear that actually held a profound secret. The moment it appeared, it exuded a terrifying aura.

Immediately, the middle-aged man, spear in hand, lunged at Wu Ming like a gust of wind. Simultaneously, he thrust his other hand forward and quickly opened his palm. Instantly, a massive, fierce palm print emerged from thin air, carrying the force of a tidal wave as it roared towards the other three Qingyun Sect disciples.

It turned out that Wu Ming had nearly killed the middle-aged man's only son. As a father, he was furious and wanted nothing more than to eliminate him as soon as possible to vent his hatred. As for the remaining three disciples from the Qingyun Sect, since they were all from the same sect as Wu Ming, he naturally saw them as the same kind of people and would never let them go easily.

The moment Wu Ming sensed the man's attack, his keen perception identified him as a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Facing such a formidable foe, how could Wu Ming have the courage to confront him head-on? At that moment, he desperately hoped that Senior Brother Xiao would arrive to rescue him as soon as possible. However, to Wu Ming's surprise, the man mistakenly believed he was attempting to block their path, and without hesitation, he attacked him.

At this critical moment, Wu Ming's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda demonstrated its formidable defensive power. This top-grade magical weapon, like an impenetrable barrier, effortlessly blocked the middle-aged man's spear. Even so, Wu Ming felt a surge of force emanating from the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, crashing against his body like a tidal wave. Instantly, Wu Ming felt a surge of energy in his chest, and a trickle of scarlet blood involuntarily flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Not good!" Wu Ming's heart suddenly sank, and he thought to himself, "This person is either not an ordinary cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and his strength far exceeds that of his peers; or the spear he holds is extraordinary, most likely a top-grade magic weapon. Otherwise, there is no way he could have caused such severe internal injuries to me through the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda."

Thinking of this, Wu Ming was filled with anxiety. After all, since he successfully reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, he had been able to barely activate the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda three times, thinking that this number of times would be sufficient to deal with most crises. But now, it seemed that it was far from enough! What should he do? Wu Ming racked his brains for a solution, staring intently at the enemy before him, and beads of sweat unknowingly seeped onto his forehead.

The other three fellow disciples were now lying on the ground, their lives uncertain. Under the middle-aged warrior's fierce palm, they were as fragile as candles in the wind, clearly unable to offer any support or assistance to Wu Ming. Facing such a formidable foe, choosing to fight head-on was definitely not the best option, Wu Ming thought to himself, the desire to escape growing stronger. If he could hold on a little longer, the powerful Senior Brother Xiao would surely arrive in time.

Just as the middle-aged warrior launched his second fierce attack, Wu Ming quickly pulled out two precious talismans from his storage bag. These two talismans were the second-level low-level Fire Bird Talisman and Ice Wolf Talisman, his most precious life-saving items, which he took out at the critical moment to delay the enemy's pursuit.

With a resounding boom, the middle-aged warrior's attack once again slammed heavily into the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda. Although the pagoda displayed remarkable defensive power, successfully withstanding this powerful attack, Wu Ming himself was still severely impacted. He spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood and was sent flying backward as if struck hard. However, Wu Ming did not give up his attempt to escape. Taking advantage of the reactionary force of the attack, he fell dozens of meters away.

After landing, Wu Ming turned without hesitation and dashed off into the inky darkness beyond, simultaneously throwing a talisman in his hand. Instantly, the talisman caught the wind and transformed into a massive, blazing firebird. With its wings spread wide, the majestic bird stretched out behind Wu Ming, like an impenetrable barrier, temporarily keeping the pursuing enemy at bay.

"Hmph! Still want to run? A mere Fire Bird Talisman actually dares to block my way. That's simply wishful thinking!" The middle-aged man saw Wu Ming's actions, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile, and spoke slowly.

Then, like a dragon emerging from the sea, the spear in his hand charged fiercely towards the enormous, blazing firebird. Two crisp clangs echoed, sparks flew, and the once majestic firebird was shattered in just two short strikes, dispersing into balls of blazing flames.

At this moment, the middle-aged man flashed forward like a ghost, closely pursuing the fleeing Wu Ming. Wu Ming had only just gotten within a hundred feet of him, a distance that seemed practically within reach for the middle-aged man, who had already entered the Foundation Establishment stage. In just a few breaths, the distance between them had rapidly closed.