Three hundred feet above Clear-Brook Valley, Daoist Rotten-Bone was burning his own life-blood to run for his life.
A thick, glossy black shell shaped like a giant grinning skull—his Rank 5 Black-Skull Liquid Qi Shield—wrapped tightly around his skinny body. Even though Ye Guhan had just sliced his flying bone throne in half and snapped his flood-serpent wand, Daoist Rotten-Bone knew that as a Rank 5 Foundation Establishment Immortal, his biggest advantage was his defensive Liquid Qi barrier and his flying speed!
Ye Guhan was indeed terrifying with a sword, and he had reached Rank 5 Mid Foundation Establishment—but Ye Guhan had jumped into the air from the bridge using pure burst strength, and his heavy black-iron leveling sword was built for shaving flat stone roads rather than long-distance aerial chases!
“Just wait, you crazy road-building sword lunatic! And you too, Pei Xuan!” Daoist Rotten-Bone screamed inside his black Liquid Qi shell as he turned east and kicked his feet, rocketing toward the clouds at eighty miles an hour. “Once I fly above five hundred feet and enter the upper wind currents, not even a Rank 5 Sword Cultivator on foot can catch me! This Black-Skull Liquid Qi Shield was tempered with the marrow of a thousand iron-armored corpses—it can block twenty strikes from a Rank 5 flying sword! Within two hours I will be back in Golden-Crow Capital, and I will bring all three of the other Immortal Advisors back here to burn your highway to ash!”
