Three light-years away from Astral Wind Sacred Mountain, at the outer border leading toward the Cloud-Sea Nebula Sector, a streak of desperate green light tore through the dark void at warp speed.
Inside the green light was Sect Master Feng Wanli (Rank 8 Peak Solar Sovereign).
His silk sect-master robes were singed from burning his own blood essence, his chest was heaving like a broken bellows, and his throat felt like he had swallowed a handful of red-hot charcoal needles because his 800-year Internal Dry-Heat Poison had flared up violently during his panic!
Even so, Sect Master Feng Wanli looked back over his shoulder and laughed hoarsely as he saw that no starship or train was chasing him.
“Hahaha! Cough, cough—they couldn’t catch up!” Sect Master Feng Wanli spat out a mouthful of dry, hot blood and patted the Rank 8 Nine-Heavens Golden Wind-Crown strapped to his head. “My Blood-Escape Gale Art moves at one light-year every five breaths! Even if that Pei Xuan is a Rank 8 Peak monster with a weird soda machine, there is no way his clumsy iron train can lay tracks fast enough to catch a fleeing Solar Sovereign in open space!”
He reached into his golden silk sleeve and pulled out an ancient jade communication talisman stamped with the insignia of the neighboring Iron-Mandible Cosmic Clan and the Ten-Thousand Sword Mountain.
