Chapter 015: Caught Back

Wang Bo and Diana, ignoring Pure Yang Taoist's shouts, left the Quanzhen Sect and headed down the mountain. Within less than half an hour, they encountered the Xuantian Evil Emperor on the必经之路.

The Xuantian Evil Emperor carried a sword and a saber on his back, lightly touching the ground with his toes, leaping dozens of zhang in one bound, his posture elegant, yet his face bore an indescribable sense of frustration.

Seeing the Xuantian Evil Emperor, Wang Bo called out to him and asked, "Where is Ding Chunqiu's corpse?"

The Xuantian Evil Emperor's face flushed red, and after a few seconds he said, "He escaped."

Wang Bo immediately understood. "You didn't catch him."

The Xuantian Evil Emperor nodded gloomily and said through gritted teeth, "That bastard can fly!"

Back then, when he saw Ding Chunqiu trying to escape, he didn't think twice and gave chase with all his might, but he never expected Ding Chunqiu's lightness skill to be so formidable, leaving him far behind.

However, just as the Xuantian Evil Emperor exerted every ounce of strength and was about to catch up to Ding Chunqiu, the latter suddenly shot into the sky and flew away.

The Xuantian Evil Emperor was stunned, completely dumbfounded.

Ding Chunqiu could actually fly—how unbelievable was that? Flying was just too cheap.

He, the Xuantian Evil Emperor, had superb swordsmanship, exquisite saber techniques, and the combined use of sword and saber was a rare skill in the world. His internal energy was beyond compare, with few rivals under heaven.

Even his lightness skill was top-notch, and his mental fortitude surpassed ordinary people. He had no weaknesses.

No matter how you looked at it, he was far superior to Ding Chunqiu.

But the other guy could fly. Flying made him special; flying allowed him to toy with the Xuantian Evil Emperor.

In the end, the Xuantian Evil Emperor couldn't even see Ding Chunqiu's shadow and had to return helplessly.

Wang Bo looked at the Xuantian Evil Emperor with sympathy and comforted him, "Evil Emperor, don't take it too hard. The martial arts of the Tianshan Sect are miraculous; they can even achieve immortality and resurrection. Mere flight is naturally within their capabilities."

Xuantian Evil Emperor: ...

He shook his head and sighed, "Sorry, Brother Wang, I messed up. Letting Ding Chunqiu escape this time will make it troublesome to find him next time."

Wang Bo comforted him, "Don't worry too much. Ding Chunqiu won't escape."

The Xuantian Evil Emperor was startled and asked, "Does Brother Wang have a plan?"

Wang Bo raised his hand and pointed to the horizon, saying, "Of course. Look, isn't he coming back?"

The Xuantian Evil Emperor looked up in the direction Wang Bo pointed and saw a man being dragged by something, flying back like a streak of light, crashing with a thud at his feet.

The Xuantian Evil Emperor looked closely—it was none other than Ding Chunqiu.

"This..." The Xuantian Evil Emperor couldn't help but gasp. He had chased Ding Chunqiu for miles, only to return helplessly. Ding Chunqiu had fled at least ten li, no, even dozens of li away.

Yet in the span of a few words, Ding Chunqiu had been caught back.

Such a method was beyond comprehension.

This could no longer be described as martial arts. The Xuantian Evil Emperor had seen countless martial arts, but none could capture someone from dozens of li away.

This technique of capturing an enemy from a thousand li away was not martial arts but celestial magic, immortal arts.

Coming to his senses, he looked at Wang Bo with strange eyes and asked, "Brother Wang, are you an immortal?"

"Not really," Wang Bo said, waving his hand.

In truth, what he had just used was neither martial arts nor magic, but a Stand.

Wang Bo's Stand was Superman, with the speed of light, a global range, and unimaginable strength. Catching a fleeing Ding Chunqiu was nothing.

Just now, while talking with the Xuantian Evil Emperor, Wang Bo had activated his Stand, Superman, shot into the sky, found the escaping Ding Chunqiu, knocked him out, and dragged him back.

Seeing Wang Bo wave his hand, the Xuantian Evil Emperor showed a look of sudden realization, but in his heart, he was convinced that Wang Bo was an immortal, just unwilling to say more.

Even so, he naturally wouldn't ask further.

After catching Ding Chunqiu, Wang Bo invited the Xuantian Evil Emperor to go together to the Tianshan Misty Peak.

But the Xuantian Evil Emperor hesitated.

Originally, the two had agreed that he would kill Ding Chunqiu to repay the favor and share the Northern Dark Divine Art. But today, he had failed, and Ding Chunqiu had escaped. It was entirely thanks to Wang Bo that Ding Chunqiu was caught.

So he really had no face to share the Northern Dark Divine Art.

Wang Bo saw the Xuantian Evil Emperor's hesitation and said, "I'm actually quite interested in the Star Calamity. If you don't mind, could you lend me the Star Calamity for a few days of study?"

This was not just polite talk. The Star Calamity was formed entirely from the Demon Pearl, which itself was the transformation of the Primordial Heavenly Demon combined with human negative emotions—extremely奇妙.

When the Xuantian Evil Emperor had wielded Jiu Feng and the Star Calamity against Diana's Fire God Sword, neither was cut nor chipped, which showed their quality.

So Wang Bo really wanted to study the Star Calamity.

The Xuantian Evil Emperor smiled freely, unstrapped the Star Calamity, and handed it to Wang Bo. "Brother Wang, if you like, this Star Calamity is yours."

Wang Bo shook his head and said, "A gentleman does not take what others cherish. I'm only interested in the Star Calamity; I don't want to keep it for myself, just study it."

The Xuantian Evil Emperor thought about the origin of the Star Calamity and then about Wang Bo's identity. It didn't seem strange for an immortal to want to study something from the Primordial Heavenly Demon.

So he nodded and agreed, "In that case, Brother Wang, feel free to study it. Return it to me whenever you're done."

Wang Bo took the Star Calamity and nodded.

The three of them traveled together toward the Tianshan Misty Peak, with Ding Chunqiu following behind.

But every time Ding Chunqiu woke up, Wang Bo knocked him unconscious with his Stand.

As for the Star Calamity, Wang Bo sent it into the Time Villa and handed it over to the demons for study.

Demons studying the Heavenly Demon—how normal was that? In Wang Bo's view, that was a perfect match of expertise.

If he had given the Star Calamity to the dwarves to study, they might not have gotten any results in ten or eight years, because the Star Calamity was completely different from ordinary weapons.

It was a part of the Primordial Heavenly Demon.

Such matters were better left to the demons for study.

After half a month of travel, Wang Bo, Diana, and the Xuantian Evil Emperor finally reached the Tianshan Misty Peak. In fact, with their speed, if they had focused entirely on traveling, they could have reached the peak in just a few days.

And that was with the Xuantian Evil Emperor as a burden.

Without him, Wang Bo could have taken Diana and reached the peak instantly.

The reason they took so long was mostly spent on scenic mountains. Diana was seeing the ancient world for the first time, so they visited several scenic spots along the way, enjoying the sights, which naturally wasted some time.