Inwardly, Qin Wushuang only had one thought, and that was to kill Luo Ting. Letting Luo Ting live would create a tremendous amount of threat towards him.
The mentality of Luo Ting could not be measured like those ordinary people. Before the conflict had arisen, this Luo Ting had attempted to deal with Qin Wushuang's family using deranged methods. Now, the conflict had completely escalated. Once Luo Ting escaped, he would unquestionably retaliate forcefully.
Upon learning the lesson from this time, Qin Wushuang had already become extremely familiar with Luo Ting's style. Thus, he would never give Luo Ting this chance as he would not want to feel regretful!
Luo Ting increased his speed by several factors and realized that he still was incapable of getting away from those pursuing after him. Although they were two or three hundred miles apart, the enemies seemed to be able to lock onto his location with their spiritual perception. They followed behind him relentlessly and with steadfast determination.
Luo Ting was furious to the extent that he gritted his teeth. He never imagined that he would come to a day where he would be chased by Qin Wushuang. Everything seemed to be like a dream, and total nightmare.
A human martial artist that he looked down on from the bottom of his heart was chasing after him relentlessly. This sensation could not be described by words.
With one ahead and one following behind, both parties maintained this distance. After all, Qin Wushuang had just refined his Purple Ying Yang Cloud Wings and he still could not bring out its full power. Thus, it was already an outstanding performance for him to maintain this speed in relation to his body's limit.
However, without the time to blink their eyes, a day and a night of flying from both parties, they had left the Orderly Mountain Prefecture and entered the boundary of the Judge Mountain Prefecture.
After he had entered the Judge Mountain Prefecture, all of Qin Wushuang's memories started to slowly come back to him. However, at this moment Qin Wushuang was in a much better state than Luo Ting.
From beginning to end, Luo Ting was holding on by himself. On Qin Wushuang's side, he was using the wheel strategy where several people took turns.
At first, he summoned the three great spiritual beasts back into the sealed scrolls. After he had chased for a certain amount of time, he chose to rest for a bit and summoned One Horn Mystical Horse, the spiritual beast with the fastest flying speed. Qin Wushuang would let the Mystical Horse carry him and he could use the time to regain some of his energy and to rest.
When One Horn Mystical Horse started to get tired, Qin Wushuang summoned Hissing Sky Phoenix. With this strategic roster rotation, all of them was able to gain a reasonable amount of rest.
On Luo Ting's side, there were no such good thing. That Luo Ting was tired as he had been constantly on the run for his life. He was exhausted to the extent that he felt as if his Primordial Spirit was about to explode. Yet, he realized that the enemy in pursuit was still vigorous and lively.
Luo Ting was extremely depressed. However, he had no time to observe his enemy behind him. Therefore, inwardly, he was infuriated and confused.
"This Qin Wushuang, is far below me in terms of strength, how is he capable of pursuing me so closely? Could it be that he has an iron body, and does not know tiredness?"
Luo Ting refused to believe it. He felt that with Qin Wushuang's level, it was unreasonable for him to possess more endurance than him. However, with the reality of the situation in front of him, it caused his anger to burn greatly.
While he flew, Luo Ting saw five mountain peaks ahead of him amongst the continuous mountain range. These five mountain peaks towered aloft and appeared to be that Divine Finger Mountain, the territory of the Primary Central sect.
Luo Ting thought inwardly: "Although that Primary Central Sect does not have a relationship with my Heavenly Luo Daoist sect, for a disciple to the sect, if I send a distress signal to the Primary Central sect, how would they dare not to help me?"
When he thought here, inwardly, Luo Ting had an idea as he flew quickly towards the direction of the Divine Finger Mountain. Currently, he was somewhat worn-out. If he did not receive adjustment and rest, then just one enemy would be able to completely destroy him.
When he thought here, Luo Ting already flew toward the skies above the Divine Finger Mountain. Just when he was about dash down, he saw vicious currents whipping around him. Indeed, a surge of extremely piercing murderous intention was shooting up from below.
Luo Ting looked down from the sky and discovered that large groups of martial artists were engaged in intense battles in the hinterlands of the Divine Finger Mountain. Both parties had devoted many soldiers and elite warriors that caused Luo Ting to feel fear and trepidation in the face of disaster.
In fact, a life and death war was happening at the Divine Finger Mountain.
The two parties engaged in the war were the Dark Green Cloud Sect and Primary Central Sect. Both parties had sent in their best elite warriors and killed to the extent where the murky sky covered a dark earth.
Before Luo Ting could descend, he was stunned by that surge of murderous intent. Although it were a scene of carnage between the two major sects at the middle of the third to second rate level, the strongest warrior within had the strength at the Perfect Void Martial Stage.
With such fierce combatants participating, Luo Ting could not get involved.
He only heard someone from the party below shouting: "Miscellaneous personnel, avoid the Divine Finger Mountain as soon as possible if you want to pass by. If you do not wish to die, get away from here! Today, is the end for the Primary Central Sect. Whoever wants to be buried next to them can come down!"
This was the warning from the Dark Green Cloud Daoist sect. It was clear that the battle from both parties had entered its most heated moments.
Luo Ting was reluctant to give up. He still wanted to find a remote corner to hide and use this major war to confuse the attention of Qin Wushuang.
Before he had finished composing this idea, another warning emerged from down below again: "Intruders, if you take another step down, it will be your death!"
Instantly, Luo Ting felt a surge of tremendous pressure pushing upwards from below.
He gave a miserable sigh inwardly and knew that he could not depend on this Divine Finger Mountain. Instantly, he kept flying forward. He was also familiar with the terrain in this area. He knew that if he kept flying forward, he would arrive at the Wild Flame Cliff of the Crest Mountain. That place had a crowded natural stone forest and perhaps, he could enjoy that exceptional advantage.
When he thought here, Luo Ting forcefully suppressed that his fatigue and dashed forward with all his power.
As both parties tried to emulate each other, Qin Wushuang and his friends used the advantage from the wheel strategy and gradually shortened the distance between them and Luo Ting.
Apparently, Luo Ting had reached his limits like an arrow at the end of its flight. The full out escape from these past two or three days had completely consumed his spiritual Qi. If he continued to maintain his current speed, he would collapse instantly.
From afar, Qin Wushuang spread his spiritual perception out completely. He had already sensed the exhaustion from Luo Ting's aura as he said with great joy: "That Luo Ting is struggling to some extent, I estimate that he will stop soon. Everyone charge forward, this time, we must not let him escape again!"
Qin Wushuang knew the terrain and that along the way, the best place to descend would be the Crest Mountain. With his estimation, Luo Ting should have thought of dropping down onto that Crest Mountain.
However, at this time Qin Wushuang and his friends state were equivalent to those of fresh troops. With their vigorous imposing manner, they were at their most energetic state. Instantly, they spurred themselves and chased after him.
Indeed, as Qin Wushuang had expected, that Luo Ting descended near that Crest Mountain and restrained his presence completely.
When Luo Ting had descended, they had lost track of his flying trajectory and spiritual movements. If they waited for him to merge his presence into the vast mountain, it would be extremely difficult to find him again.
However, Qin Wushuang knew that this Luo Ting must have descended at this Crest Mountain. It was because his flying trajectory and spiritual Qi fluctuation stopped abruptly around this area.
Luo Ting was unquestionably hiding here.
Qin Wushuang was not unfamiliar with Crest Mountain. It could even be said that he was extremely familiar with it. Initially, he had trained here and met with Mu Rong Qianji. Many things that had happened afterwards around this Crest Mountain.
Thus, one could say that Qin Wushuang's familiarity with Crest Mountain had certainly surpassed Luo Ting's.
Because of this reason, Qin Wushuang had proficient insights and focus regarding the search. Instantly, he searched everywhere. He summoned the three major spiritual beasts and distributed tasks to them regarding how to search, how to close the net. Qin Wushuang knew that even if they had to use an in-by-inch search, they must take out this Luo Ting.
If Luo Ting did not die, there would be a great and endless catastrophe.
After about fifteen minutes of searching, they did not gain any harvest. Qin Wushuang said to Precious Pig: "Precious Pig, activate your giant voice, and use the strongest roaring sound, the most irregular music notes to create the most vulgar, the most unbearable noise!"
Pure Altar Precious Altar was stunned as he asked: "Master, although I am good at it, but for what reason am I to do this?"
"This Luo Ting must be staying in hiding to restore his energy. Although we cannot find him at the moment, we must not allow him a proper rest. You will use the noise to disturb his Primordial Spirit and make him agitated, unable to concentrate whole-heartedly. This way, his recovery speed will slow down a lot."
Pure Altar Precious Pig realized the light and nodded with a smile: "That's easy to do!"
After he had finished speaking, he pulled his voice and started to roar and cry out. Different strange sounds like scrap metals being tossed about could be heard. It gave people an extremely agitated feeling.
Even Hissing Sky Phoenix and One Horn Mystical Horse felt a surge of discomfort as if someone was scratching their heart and tickling their kidney when they heard the scrap metal symphony from the Pure Altar Precious Pig.
Presently, Luo Ting was concealed within that lush stone forest. He poured in his whole concentration into training and cherished each second to regain his energy. Just when he was feeling at ease, suddenly, he heard this scrap metal symphony covering and filling the skies. The sound made him extremely agitated and anxious as he almost spat a mouthful of blood.
Although he was working hard to forget the existence of this noise, the sound from the Pure Altar Precious Pig had a strong penetration power. it seemed that each note resembled a little mice and drilled into Luo Ting's spiritual perception. It disturbed his nerves, his thoughts and would not allow him ignore it.
If Luo Ting had not used up all his energy, certainly he would have endured this challenge. However, like an arrow at the end of its flight, plus such interruption, naturally he was extremely uncomfortable. It gave him an indescribable painful feeling as if countless ants were crawling inside his heart, or a little knife cutting the meat on his heart.
When it rains, it pours. Just when Luo Ting felt surges of agitation, Qin Wushuang's voice emerged again: "Luo Ting, where did all your heroic spirit go? I know that you are hiding at this Crest Mountain. However, you probably do not know that for this Crest Mountain, I am much more familiar with it than you!"
Hearing from afar, Luo Ting was infuriated to the extent that his lungs were about to explode. Now, he remembered that it seems that Qin Wushuang had truly stayed here at this Crest Mountain.
In his exhaustion and desperation, he had miscalculated again. However, Luo Ting did not panic. The Crest Mountain continued for thousands of miles. No matter how familiar you were with it, it would be impossible for you to know every corner.
Luo Ting refused to buy it. He shot a glance at that Wild Flame Cliff where the red lights kept dashing upwards. Suddenly, he remembered that he carried a spiritual talisman of the supreme quality that would allow him to pass through the fire as if he were walking on flat land.
Flames dash to the sky endlessly in that Wild Flame Cliff. At the critical moment, after being driven into a corner, he could escape towards the direction of that Wild Flame Cliff.
One must search the path to live through a road to ruin! Upon thinking to this point, Luo Ting had full confidence.