Chapter 461: Ruthless Pursuit

Two grimy figures burst forth at tremendous speed, startling many in the street.

Yang Tian was like a golden lightning bolt, terrifyingly fast, the wind whistling by Yun'er's ears. She clung tightly to his body, feeling a sense of peace.

Flying was prohibited here, so Yang Tian could not take to the air. His body twisted, his strength peerless; with each step he leaped hundreds of zhang.

Boom! Yet just as his figure vanished, the spots he had stepped on collapsed, as if an earthquake had struck, creating a chasm.

The surrounding shops were unlucky; people inside trading were instantly crushed by falling rocks into the abyss, leaving onlookers stunned.

"Who's the damned culprit!" At that moment, from a collapsed tavern, brilliant flames burst forth, blasting away rocks and debris.

It was a large red bird, half its body bare, fuming with rage. Its fierce eyes swept the crowd; it had been drinking inside when suddenly struck by boulders.

The red bird was furious—just the other day a terrifying youth had nearly plucked all its feathers, and now this misfortune. Its expression was grim.

Not only it, but one by one old men crawled out from the ruins, faces dark and eyes unpleasant, scanning the watching crowd.

"Could this be a fearsome beast? Its explosive power is astonishing!" A man stared in awe at the figure that had already flown far into the distance.

"How is it him?" The red bird noticed the figure and couldn't help but twitch its eyelids, blurting out.

Yang Tian carried the aura of a divine beast, so the red bird dared not act rashly; elders of its clan had implicitly warned it not to provoke a great enemy.

Many formidable young figures watched the golden lightning-like figure, tongues wagging. The trace of blood energy he emitted was like that of a primeval beast, extremely powerful.

In the ruins, it was eerily quiet. The old man's corpse had melted, leaving only a trace of blood, now before that figure's eyes.

"What is the Sect Master doing?" The four old men exchanged glances, muttering to themselves, puzzled.

At that moment, the Demon Spirit Sect Master's eyes shot forth a flame, striking the bloodstain. It ignited instantly, and under the shocked gazes of the onlookers, a strange energy fluctuation spread.

"As expected of the Death Spirit Divine Art, it works." Sensing the change, the Demon Spirit Sect Master chuckled softly. This was a tracking technique that could extract the essence blood of the dead to find the killer.

That strange energy shot outward at incredible speed. The Demon Spirit Sect Master said softly, "Go capture him. His cultivation should be at the War Emperor realm. Be careful not to kill him."

"Yes, Sect Master." The four old men nodded in unison, their figures instantly following the strange energy as they dashed forward.

"Interesting. A War Emperor can kill a Great Power. But it saves me the trouble of eliminating that old lecher." The Demon Spirit Sect Master murmured, smiling slowly.

In the city, Yang Tian's speed increased, causing chaos. Many shop owners chased after him, wanting to catch the one who destroyed their shops.

Just as a strange energy began to approach his body, Yang Tian's eyes narrowed. He cursed, "How was I detected..."

"Brother Yang Tian, four old men are chasing us from behind." Yun'er's voice sounded in his ear, tinged with anxiety.

Swish! The strange energy was extremely fast, striking Yang Tian's body in an instant. His body was immediately coated in a layer of bloody light, dazzling.

"Over there!" The four old men roared in unison, shaking the sky. Though the Great Elder's character was questionable, he was still a member of the Demon Spirit Sect; they would not let Yang Tian escape.

"A mere War Emperor dares to kill our Demon Spirit Sect's Great Elder? You've lived long enough!" The old man with a beardless face shouted, his voice like a golden bell, intimidating all around.

Plop... At that moment, the red bird, watching the fun, stumbled and nearly fell. Then it covered its mouth with its fiery red wing, snickering.

The residents of Demon Spirit City were greatly shocked. The Great Elder was a Great Power, though his lifespan was short, he was not someone a War Emperor could kill. This youth instantly drew many eyes.

"Your Demon Spirit Sect seized my auction items, and you think you're in the right?" Yang Tian retorted, indignant at the sect. The old man had ulterior motives, and now they sought revenge for him.

At his words, many in the city exchanged glances, thinking he must be an outsider. In Chaos City, every auction house was corrupt; murder and robbery were common.

"This youth is truly ruthless, actually killing the Great Elder." An old man's lips trembled. The Great Elder had been unlucky, failing to extort and ending up dead.

"Boy, the Great Elder is dead now. No amount of arguing will help." The beardless old man shouted, charging forward to capture Yang Tian.

"Let's go!" Yang Tian scooped up Yun'er's delicate body, stomped hard, and the ground boomed, collapsing into a great chasm, with terrifying cracks spreading in all directions.

"Such a powerful physique." The red bird's eyelids twitched as it spoke, watching the figure break through the clouds, shocked.

Boom! The beardless old man, like a golden divine lion, struck out with his palm, shattering the shadow in the void, turning it into a cloud of blood.

Hum! The whole scene shook. The terrifying youth had been killed; many couldn't believe it.

Yet, as the crowd was stunned, the entire void trembled. Suddenly, seven golden, surging shadows appeared, their interiors indistinct, but their auras identical, fleeing in all directions.

"What martial skill is this? So strange!" The beardless old man frowned, unable to help saying. The shadows were identical, indistinguishable from the real one.

This was the Carefree Eight Desolations Step. With his cultivation now surging, Yang Tian could manifest seven shadows and even teleport through the void—a very powerful footwork.

What shocked him more was that the strange energy fluctuation existed on all seven clones' bodies.

"Kill!" The beardless old man hesitated only briefly before roaring. He was terrifying, his roar like thunder, shattering one clone instantly.

Just as he acted, the remaining six clones leaped through the void in all directions at terrifying speed.

"This footwork can teleport through the void—unbelievable. It must be at least a mid-grade Earth-level martial skill." The onlookers marveled inwardly, murmuring to themselves.