Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 156, Pursuit

"Princess, we’d better go back. The Blood Demon Sea is too dangerous for you!"

At this time, a cold and indifferent black-clothed youth could not help but remind her.

"What? The Celestial River Kingdom’s number one genius, Black Ink, is actually afraid?"

Before Princess Huoyun could speak, a blue-clothed youth scoffed, trying to show off in front of her, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Qinghao, don’t talk nonsense. I’m just concerned about the Princess’s safety!"

Hearing this, Black Ink’s face immediately turned angry. Geniuses are always proud and hate being called cowards, especially since Black Ink was the number one genius in Celestial River Kingdom.

"Ha ha ha, concerned like a mouse. In Huangling Kingdom, you can barely make it to the top ten, and you really think you’re somebody!"

With a faint smile, Qinghao spoke mockingly, the disdain in his eyes growing even stronger.

Huangling Kingdom was an intermediate nation far from Celestial River Kingdom. Qinghao had come to Celestial River Kingdom for Princess Huoyun. Ordinarily, Qinghao’s family was a major clan in Huangling Kingdom, and they looked down on small nations like Celestial River Kingdom. However, in recent years, the Qing Family had been declining, and because the Patriarch of the Qing Family and the Sovereign of the Celestial River Kingdom knew each other, there was a deliberate effort to match the two together.

Qinghao himself was very talented. Although he hadn’t comprehended numerous realms, his cultivation had already reached the Second Layer of the True Dao, making him a genius in Huangling Kingdom.

"You..."

Black Ink wanted to defend himself but was abruptly interrupted by Princess Huoyun.

"Enough, stop arguing. We came here to train, there’s no reason to go back now!"

The Princess Huoyun’s eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure. She saw herself as the second genius of Celestial River Kingdom, but Black Ink’s attitude suggested she was too weak. Her impression of Black Ink immediately diminished.

Initially, the idea of the Celestial River Sovereign was to marry Princess Huoyun directly to Qinghao. However, Black Ink’s sudden acceptance as an Inner Sect Disciple of the Celestial Travel Sect made the decision waver slightly. Furthermore, the Black Water Sect also had intentions of drawing the royal family closer, creating an awkward situation.

Black Ink’s eyes flashed with a hint of anger, but remembering the instructions of the Black Water Sect’s grand patriarch, he suppressed his anger and silently followed behind the two.

...

"Hmm?"

Chu Ming appeared on a hillside, observing the sword and saber marks around. His eyes flashed with vigilance. Clearly, there had just been a battle here, but he didn’t know the outcome. In the Blood Demon Sea, clashes between martial artists happened frequently, so constant vigilance was necessary.

Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!

Five or six red Blood Demons suddenly emerged from the ground, pouncing towards Chu Ming. Their sinister aura filled the air, the smell of blood tinting the atmosphere.

Puff!

Chu Ming slashed out with a cold sword strike. Numerous illusions filled the space, the sharp Sword Aura immediately killing all the Blood Demons in front of him. These were just ordinary Blood Demons.

Whoosh!

Just as the Blood Demons shattered, a blue Palm Seal abruptly appeared in front of Chu Ming, dispersing the demonic qi. The space cleared instantly.

Chu Ming’s eyes flashed with cold light. He stamped his right foot and instantly retreated, propelled by powerful wind. At the same time, a Sword Aura flashed from his hand like a comet’s tail.

Puff!

The blue Palm Seal shattered instantly, turning into starlight. As Chu Ming landed, the person who had struck out also steadied his figure. Chu Ming looked up to see a black-clothed man standing before him, gazing at him greedily.

"Hand over your Storage Ring, and I’ll leave you a whole corpse!"

The black-clothed man’s face was cold, his mouth curled up revealing a set of white teeth. His black robe rustled, his cultivation at the Fourth Layer of the True Dao unmistakable.

"You talk too much!"

Chu Ming said calmly, his sword flashed, countless Blood Swords emerged, and the sharp Sword Aura filled the space.

Under the cover of Slaughter Sword Intent, the Blood Qi in the surroundings became even denser.

"No!!!"

The black-clothed man’s face changed wildly. On the surrounding Blood Swords, he felt the taste of death. No one is unafraid of death. Under the threat of life and death, he instantly turned into a stream of light, leaving behind illusions in the air.

Puff puff puff...

The Blood Swords erupted, countless Sword Lights filled the surroundings. Before the black-clothed man could react, his body was already torn apart by the Blood Swords.

Chu Ming’s body flickered, stretching his hand in midair, a Storage Ring falling into his palm, still stained with blood.

Woosh, woosh, woosh!

The moment the black-clothed man died, all the Blood Swords in the air disappeared, returning to Chu Ming’s sword. Without hesitation, Chu Ming’s body flickered as he vanished from the scene.

In the black-clothed man’s Storage Ring, Chu Ming found five seventy-year-old Blood Spirit Flowers. Although not as effective as his own hundred-year-old Blood Spirit Flower, they were still good.

The surroundings were filled with crimson, the smell of blood permeating the air, hiding countless unknown Blood Demons ready to devour human flesh and bones.

Over the next two days, Chu Ming roamed the Blood Demon Sea, killing many low-level Great Blood Demons and human martial artists. But whenever he encountered Intermediate Great Blood Demons, he had no choice but to flee. Intermediate Great Blood Demons were too powerful, far beyond what Chu Ming could handle at his current level.

"It’s time to go back!"

After two continuous days without rest, even Chu Ming felt somewhat fatigued. However, his harvest was abundant. In his Storage Ring, two hundred-year-old and eight seventy-year-old Blood Spirit Flowers lay quietly. Additionally, there were more than a dozen Blood Spirit Flowers of lesser years.

Returning the way he came, Chu Ming found a light gate half a day later and leaped through, disappearing from the scene.

Exiting the Blood Demon Sea, Chu Ming intended to return directly to the inn, but as soon as he left the tower, he sensed the hidden auras of five or six martial artists following him.

With a cold smile, he knew that a group of martial artists were lying in ambush at the exit of the Blood Demon Sea, specifically to kill those emerging from it and seize their Blood Spirit Flowers. This time, they clearly had set their sights on Chu Ming.

Whoosh!

Chu Ming’s speed reached its peak. With a few leaps, his white robe fluttering, he vanished from the scene, leaving the martial artists following him astonished.

"This guy is tough!"

"Let’s retreat!"

Three or four martial artists retreated immediately. While speed didn’t always reflect strength, it was still indicative. They realized they couldn’t catch up with Chu Ming, making further pursuit pointless.

In the blink of an eye, only two were left pursuing Chu Ming. One was a grey-robed old man with a goatee. As he flew, a faint blue shimmer surrounded him, his speed increasing with each flash.

The other was a burly man with a rugged face, his muscles bulging like rocks. He carried a Mad Saber on his back and his sharp eyes seemed to pierce through space.

"Feng Shang, how about we make a deal?"

Seeing Chu Ming’s figure nearly disappearing, the burly man grew anxious and shouted at the goateed old man ahead.

"What deal?"

Feng Shang’s eyes flashed with a bright light. Though his strength was inferior to the burly man’s, he had comprehended the Wind Realm, making his speed even faster than the other’s.