Chapter 1260: Youre Afraid of Hard Things Too

The situation became fluid. Inside the innermost circle of the Grand Beginning Realm, the avatar sped forward like a flying sword, with numerous figures relentlessly pursuing it like a crescent moon. During the chase, threatening words were incessantly uttered.

The avatar paid them no mind.

This left the pursuing cultivators furious and intimidated. They had always been wary of such an event, fearing someone would pop up midway to snatch the prize. Despite all their precautions, they couldn't prevent it. Now, they didn't even know who the person fleeing ahead was. If the treasure were taken, they wouldn't be able to find the person later. From some external characteristics, it appeared to be a human sword cultivator.

Some with excellent eyesight noticed a subtle inconsistency: although the treasured gourd kept flying around the person, it didn't seem to have been fully subdued yet. This instilled a glimmer of hope in them.

As the chase continued, time flowed, and some fell behind. However, most pursuers clung on like maggots to a bone, refusing to be shaken off. Moreover, as nearby cultivators heard the commotion and were drawn in, the number of people pursuing the avatar not only didn't decrease but gradually increased.

Several times, people even intercepted from the front and sides, forcing the avatar to detour and creating dangerous situations.

The delay was becoming prolonged. A truly successful treasure snatch involves grabbing it and immediately fleeing, then concealing one's whereabouts, so others don't even know who succeeded. From this perspective, the avatar's attempt to seize the treasure was quite drawn out. If its speed hadn't been exceptional, it would have been encircled long ago.

Continuing like this, the situation would only worsen. The scope of activity within the Grand Beginning Realm was shrinking, and the frequency of interception attempts would increase.

The sword gourd and the treasured gourd flying around it continued their rhythmic vibration, showing no signs of stopping, as if long-separated brothers were pouring out their hearts to each other, endlessly.

The avatar really wanted to ask if they had chatted enough. But asking would be pointless; although the treasured gourd possessed some spiritual essence, it was ultimately merely an accessory to a supreme treasure and had not yet developed true sentience.

Until a moment later, Nan Xiong finally caught his breath, calmed his mind, his eyes filled with the relief of having escaped death.

On the other side, the avatar was still fleeing. Many witnessed the treasured gourd being taken, feeling a pang of sorrow, and their threats and intimidation grew increasingly chaotic, especially from the cultivators at the very front, each of whom clamored incessantly.

The sword cultivator's speed was clearly slowing down, undoubtedly becoming difficult to maintain.

This point was unspoken but known to all. At the very front of the pursuers were three figures: two human cultivators, whose abilities stemmed from their profound techniques, and one member of the Winged Race. That individual possessed innate abilities; this particular one had a pair of dusty grey wings and was naturally adept at flight. In terms of flying speed, among all races in the void, they could rank among the foremost.

Previously, they dared not rashly attempt to collect it, fearing it would startle the treasured gourd. The avatar had a unique advantage, having drawn the gourd to it, and already held a significant upper hand. However, given the current situation, continuing to delay would introduce too many variables.

However, this would inevitably lead to a significant decline in speed, so the avatar would not have much time, perhaps only a few breaths. By then, whether successful or not, the pursuers would have caught up.

"Friend of the Winged Race, what wisdom can you impart?" one of the human cultivators asked.

Only a single white feather was shot out, but as it flew, it suddenly scattered. In an instant, traces of white feathers covered the sky and earth, enveloping a large area and completely shrouding the sword cultivator's location, making it impossible to see.

The opponent's offensive was incredibly unreasonable. They completely ignored everyone else, focusing solely on him. If his own foundation hadn't been exceptionally profound, he wouldn't have been able to hold out until now.

He was overjoyed, knowing this was undoubtedly a sign of severe spiritual energy depletion.

With that thought solidified, the avatar channeled spiritual energy. The sword gourd trembled slightly, poised to unleash sword qi and activate a sword formation.

Nan Xiong was still dancing on the knife's edge, an unprecedented accumulation of pent-up resentment weighing on his heart, making him feel as though he would vomit blood. It was undeniable that the individual clad in the puppet armor was incredibly formidable. If it weren't for the group assisting him, he would have been long defeated by now.

"Brother Nan!" Someone looked at him, their eyes showing inquiry, asking about their next course of action.

As time passed, their distance narrowed, gradually bringing them within attack range. Consequently, spells began to crisscross, targeting the sword cultivator.

How could they tolerate this? Fueled by rage, they attacked again, blasting forward.

A thought sparked, and a plan formed.

Without any dodge or resistance, the treasured gourd was simply taken into hand!

The Winged Race cultivator said, "I have a technique that can settle this. I ask for your assistance, both of you." Saying this, and without waiting for their refusal, he quickly sent them a telepathic message.

Furthermore, Lu Ye felt that openly teleporting away under everyone's gaze seemed less than ideal. It might expose one of his trump cards. It would be best to have some cover during the teleportation.

Some even used entire realms as their hunting grounds...

Nan Xiong calmed himself down, straightened his robes, and said, "I need to recuperate for a few days. You all may leave. I, Nan Xiong, will remember your assistance today."

Each white feather, however, contained immense destructive power. The feedback received from the white feathers led the Winged Race cultivator to mistakenly conclude that the sword cultivator ahead had been riddled with wounds.

A moment later, the cultivators at the forefront of the pursuit were surprised to find that the human sword cultivator who had obtained the treasured gourd was moving faster and faster.

Almost simultaneously with their attack, the Winged Race cultivator's body trembled. From one of his wings, a pale feather suddenly shot out, piercing the air in an instant.

He clearly understood that he had become the obvious target, which was why he was singled out. But the opponent's triumphant demeanor truly infuriated him. He secretly vowed that one day he would remove that puppet armor and see who was inside!

How could those two human cultivators not know this principle? But during the chase, the spells they could unleash weren't powerful enough. More potent spells required time to charge, and they didn't have that luxury now.

Seeing the sword cultivator swaying but not falling, the Winged Race cultivator gritted his teeth and said, "Friends, this won't do. We need a decisive move."

A horrifying scream came from within, then abruptly ceased. Nan Xiong didn't know why the opponent suddenly left, because he felt he was close to collapsing. If the opponent's assault had continued for just half a cup of tea's time, he would likely have been in grave danger.

The sword cultivator's situation appeared increasingly desperate, his figure swaying awkwardly like a flickering lamp.

The recent exchange allowed everyone to witness the opponent's formidable strength. They had no interest in fighting that puppet armor again. As for pursuing the treasured gourd... so much time had passed, who knew if the gourd had already been seized? Going after it now would likely just be a waste of time.

Seeing this, the two human cultivators immediately began cursing, realizing they had been used. No one had expected that the Winged Race cultivator had such a trick up his sleeve. With that miraculous technique, he could have caught up to the sword cultivator long ago. He had merely been holding back, waiting for the opportune moment to trick them into helping him, while he himself reaped the benefits.

The two human cultivators exchanged glances and nodded. A moment later, they each unleashed their miraculous techniques towards the sword cultivator, but this time, they attacked from the right and left, restricting the sword cultivator's evasive space.

Perhaps the opponent had also reached his limit.

The avatar originally didn't want to cause any more trouble. Now that the treasured gourd was acquired, it only needed to wait for the main body's signal and could teleport to the main body at any time. Then, unbeknownst to anyone, no one would know where the treasured gourd had gone.

Everyone nodded, recognizing that this was the definitive statement. Without further ado, they dispersed in small groups. However, judging by the choices of most, they still headed in the direction the treasured gourd had gone. Clearly, they weren't entirely giving up.

Suddenly, the furious assault ceased. The tall figure transformed into a streak of light and rapidly disappeared. Attacks landed on its body, resounding loudly, but failed to affect it in the slightest.

Wearing such puppet armor must have been an immense burden for a Divine Sea Realm cultivator. Ordinary cultivators simply couldn't endure it for very long, which was why the opponent retreated.

The formidable enemy had retreated. The question now was what they should do next. Chasing after the individual in the puppet armor or pursuing the treasured gourd – neither option seemed quite appropriate.

Some demanded that the avatar obediently hand over the treasured gourd, or they would ensure he had no burial place.

But these individuals were simply too talkative, extremely noisy.

This was a situation every qualified sword cultivator would avoid.

So, you're afraid of tough opponents too?

This gave the pursuing cultivators hope; they were all invigorated as if pumped with adrenaline, tirelessly redoubling their efforts in pursuit.

To forcefully collect it, one had to ensure the treasured gourd, once startled, would have nowhere to escape. Since the avatar followed the path of a sword cultivator, it could only activate a sword formation to seal off all directions.

The avatar frowned at the treasured gourd and tentatively reached out to grasp it.

However, just as the avatar poured its spiritual energy into the sword gourd, and before it could make any move, the treasured gourd's vibration suddenly stopped. It no longer revolved around him but hovered nearby.

He couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Thank you both!" Now, the sword cultivator was likely in grave danger; after such a miserable scream, where survival was surely impossible, the treasured gourd was probably going to be snatched by the Winged Race.

This is a situation every qualified sword cultivator would avoid.

Tang San's grasp of time, position, and distance was incredibly precise.

He knew clearly that even with his Tang Sect unique skills and Xuan Tian Gong at the third rank, the wolf demons were innately gifted and physically powerful. In a head-on confrontation, he might not be their match. Especially being young and lacking vitality, he certainly couldn't fight for long. If it hadn't been for the human who transformed and killed one wolf demon, he might not have even acted against two third-rank wolf demons. His own life was most important.

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However, once he made a move, it had to hit.

The wolf demon was in an extreme state of rage at this moment, so it was only when Tang San's palm had already struck the side of its eye that it finally realized. It violently twisted its head, its fangs lunging straight for Tang San.

Tang San's other hand, however, grabbed its clothes at that instant. Using his small and agile body, he pulled on the wolf's fur, changing his direction. He almost brushed past the third-rank wolf demon's chest, flipping to its other side.

His right hand's index and middle fingers formed a sword-finger. With Xuan Yu Hand activated, making his two fingers gleam with a pure white jade luster, he lightning-fast jabbed at the wolf demon's eye as it turned its head back.

*Puff!* The slender fingers almost instantly entered something warm. In terms of physical strength, Tang San was certainly far inferior to this third-rank wolf demon, but having struck its vital point with energy of the same rank, there was no chance of luck anymore.

Xuan Tian Gong, injected via Xuan Yu Hand, almost spun into the wolf demon's brain. As a result, the wolf demon's other eye also burst open instantly, its brain already churned into a paste. Its roar choked abruptly, and its strong body consequently fell to the ground.

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Tang San pushed off its body with his toes, flipping to land some distance away.

This attack achieved such results largely thanks to his rich combat experience from his previous life. His small, childlike body and the darkness of night were the best cover, coupled with the third-rank wolf demon being in a state of rage, which dulled its senses.

In a head-on confrontation, Tang San's Xuan Yu Hand might not have even broken through the wolf demon's thick hide. However, the eyes were the most vulnerable spot. Piercing the eye and injecting Xuan Tian Gong energy meant certain death.

With both feet on the ground, the other third-rank wolf demon was also motionless. Only then did Tang San breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't rush to check on the human but quickly lay down, pressing his ear to the ground to listen for any sounds, checking if more pursuers were coming.

With his current strength, a head-on confrontation with a third-rank wolf demon was difficult. No matter how good his technique, his young body was too weak. If hit by a wolf demon even once, it could be fatal. That seemingly simple attack just now was actually his full effort, raising his mental will to the highest degree.

There were no other sounds around. Clearly, only two third-rank wolf demons had been chasing the human who could transform. This also allowed Tang San to relax; otherwise, he would have had no choice but to flee.

He then approached the human, maintaining his vigilance.

When he reached the person, he immediately noticed that the fur which had grown on the person's body earlier had disappeared. This caused Tang San's heart to beat a little faster.

Given his young age and his lack of relation to the transforming human, the safest option before would naturally have been not to intervene and wait for the wolf demons to leave. But he still chose to act. One reason was that the pursued individual was human. Another important reason was the transformation he had just witnessed.

In Tang San's original Douluo Dalu world, there was a type of Soul Master with beast martial souls who possessed similar abilities. They could also continuously grow and become stronger through cultivating their beast martial souls.

If similar abilities existed in this world, it would be greatly beneficial for him to learn them to improve his own strength, and it would also make it easier for him to integrate into this world!

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