Thud, thud, thud!0

Someone dashed through the bushes, moving so swiftly they were almost mistaken for a beast, not a person.0

"Over there!"0

However, it wasn't a beast.0

This was a person.0

In the dead of night, when neither moon nor stars lit the sky, a group of people holding torches pursued him.0

The torches flickered like will-o’-the-wisps. The lights gradually illuminated the surroundings like daylight as the number of torches grew from dozens to hundreds.0

"Gasp, gasp!"0

He wanted to stop right then and there. However, he knew what would happen if he did, so he kept running even though his heart pounded so much it ached.0

But he was soon surrounded by a narrowing net, leaving him with nowhere to escape.0

"It's no use running away! Southern Yang Guardian Fang Fotong!"[1]1

The Southern Yang Guardian!0

There was no one in the Central Plains, no, throughout the entire murim, who didn't know that name.0

He wasn't just one of the One Hundred Experts Under Heaven, but he was also the third most powerful demon within the Demon Cult, after the Cult Leader and the Vice Cult Leader.0

One of the Four Great Guardians!0

The number of Righteous Faction warriors who had died at his hands was countless, and any martial artist would be terrified with their teeth chattering to see this Great Demon Head.0

"I don’t know why you, who should be heading to Qinghai from Xinjiang, would be here of all places. But don’t even think about returning alive."0

The sword in the hand of the leader of the pursuers gleamed ominously in the...0