Chapter 262: 260. Save Zhao Ying (3/4) At this moment, Wen Ping also entered the forest.
Originally, he intended to ignore it, as it was merely someone in the Lower Profound Realm, not likely to stir up much trouble. However, curiosity drove him to enter the forest and take a look.
From afar, he released his perception and noticed everything, and he heard this familiar voice.
"Is it her?"
Indeed, he could never forget this voice.
It was the old woman who sold him the sword.
The one Zhao Yi mentioned, likely to be his aunt.
He finally understood why Cangwu City couldn’t find her—she had left long ago.
But now she had been chased back to Cangwu City. It was truly fate, as if heavens had granted Zhao Yi a gift.
As for the ones chasing her, Wen Ping planned to deal with them casually.
There were too many matters in the Immortal Sect; he didn’t want to waste too much time on this.
"I said she wouldn’t die."
Wen Ping’s voice echoed at this moment, following Li Mu’s voice. Li Mu instantly turned around, somewhat startled, as he hadn’t sensed anyone approaching. But upon turning, he saw it was a young, immature lad, causing his initial vigilance to wane, and then he refocused on Huan Cheng.
He couldn’t discern Wen Ping’s realm, but Huan Cheng’s was clear as day.
However, he assumed those words were spoken by Huan Cheng.
Li Mu coldly advised, "Friend, I urge you to take back what you just said, or the consequences aren’t something someone in the Lower Profound Realm can bear."
"As if you’re not in the Lower Profound Realm," Huan Cheng retorted immediately, feeling emboldened by Wen Ping’s presence.
Li Mu replied, "You’ve got guts!"
Afterward, he took out a round token from his waist, engraved with a black lightning bolt.
He brandished it!
"Zimo Lake’s pseudo-Three-star influence, Profound Thunder Pavilion is purging members. Any idle individuals daring to interfere will be opposing Profound Thunder Pavilion!"
Truthfully, he couldn’t believe anyone in this place would dare get involved after hearing the term pseudo-Three-star influence. Profound Thunder Pavilion might not be famous here, but a pseudo-Three-star influence signifies power. As far as he knew, there was no pseudo-Three-star influence throughout East Lake, let alone in such a small place.
Huan Cheng, upon hearing, remained unmoved.
He knew Wen Ping’s temperament; a pseudo-Three-star sect wouldn’t scare him.
If it couldn’t intimidate Wen Ping, then how could he, with his nephew as his backing, be so easily frightened?
Just as Huan Cheng expected, after observing the old woman for a while, Wen Ping spoke again, "I want these two people. I give you two options: either leave alive now or stay here forever."
Hearing Wen Ping’s words, Li Mu chuckled.
"Heh heh."
Then, with a wave of his spear, a spear beam grazed a nearby tree trunk, piercing it completely, "What an arrogant kid!"
He did this to intimidate Wen Ping.
Then came the sword; Huan Cheng retreated.
Unaware, Huan Cheng merely feared the flames of battle burning him.
He hadn’t forgotten watching Wei Qianjue’s death, genuinely afraid of those flames.
Suddenly, a person behind Li Mu coldly spoke, and with sword technique accompanying his steps, he directly charged at Wen Ping, yelling angrily, "Boy, get lost!"
At this moment, Zhao Ying, leaning against a tree trunk, saw this scene and, before any joy could emerge on her face, quickly supported the middle-aged man surnamed Ye, ready to flee.
She never expected anyone to help her.
She only thought of running when there was an opportunity, in short, run if possible; if truly can’t escape, then accept fate.
But just as she took a step, a loud crash suddenly rang out!
Bang!
Followed immediately by the sound of a tree breaking and falling.
Crack!
Rustle!
Frightening the birds in the forest into flight.
Zhao Ying instinctively turned her head, and when she saw the scene before her eyes, her gaze filled with astonishment. She couldn’t believe what was happening was real—it was utterly absurd. The Profound Realm warrior who chased her for miles, nearly taking her life, was like a mosquito swatted away dozens of meters, crashing through century-old trees before stopping.
Of course, the person did stop.
But couldn’t move.
Zhao Ying quickly shouted to the man she was supporting, "Ye brother!"
"We’re saved!"
The man surnamed Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
The injured Zhao Ying didn’t know what just happened, but he, being in the Profound Realm, could clearly perceive the situation behind him—the Profound Elder who chased him tried to kill the young man ahead but was blasted away by a punch from the young man who hadn’t even opened his Meridian Gate, relying purely on physical power.