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In mid-air, the spatial rift was forcibly torn open by a pair of extremely withered hands.

An extremely gruesome figure stepped out from the void.

The man was wearing a tattered Taoist robe that could barely be identified as originally made of high-quality material.

His old face was a purplish-black, like a moldy eggplant, pockmarked with deep, hidden wounds left by various poisons, fire, and physical attacks. Most chillingly, only two deep, horrifying, bloody holes remained around his eyes.

There was nothing inside, only two extremely sinister purplish-black blobs of poisonous blood seeping out.

This blind, powerful being was none other than the Daoist Randeng, the vice leader of the Chan Sect, who had come down from Kunlun Mountain to investigate the murderer and redeem himself through meritorious service, under the extremely strict orders of the Primordial Heavenly Lord!

Although Ran Deng was a half-crippled blind man who couldn't even recognize the cardinal directions, his cultivation level at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm was undeniable.

He gripped a magical artifact that emitted an extremely cold, bluish light tightly in his right hand.

This is the supreme acquired spiritual treasure, the Soul-Chasing Void-Piercing Cone, bestowed by the Primordial Celestial Venerable. As long as this cone locks onto that last trace of demonic energy, even if the opponent flees to the ends of the earth, they will not be able to escape the fatal blow of a Quasi-Saint.

The lamp floated in mid-air, and purple blood dripped down the cheeks from the blind man's eyes.

He strained to turn his head in the direction indicated by the Soul-Chasing Cone. His dark, purplish-black face was contorted with extreme rage and humiliation.

"You wicked creature! No matter what kind of demonic cultivator you are, who escaped from the Sea of ​​Asura Blood, your repeated hunting of my Chan Sect disciples is utterly unforgivable!"

Randeng roared in extreme rage. He had suffered terribly at the hands of those brats in the Pangu Palace for the rest of his life, going blind and being made a fool of like a monkey.

Before the Primordial Celestial Lord, he was treated as a useless piece of trash and severely reprimanded. The pent-up anger and extreme resentment that had been festering within him for tens of thousands of years finally found an outlet!

"Even if I were to turn this entire area of ​​ten thousand miles upside down today, I would still tear you apart, strip you of your bones, and banish your true spirit to the flames of the Netherworld for ten thousand years, to uphold the might of my Chan Sect!"

Burning Lamp cursed loudly, his quasi-saintly power infused into his voice, causing three layers of soil on the ground to be blown away.

However, the atmosphere froze at that moment in an extremely eerie way.

Wu Tian, ​​standing on the ground, was not intimidated by these harsh words.

He looked up, utterly speechless, staring at the lantern in mid-air as if it were some kind of idiot.

Because of his blindness, Randeng's spiritual perception was severely impaired. His extremely domineering and imposing shouts were actually directed at a huge, crooked old locust tree several hundred feet away from Wutian.

The old locust tree shook violently and miserably amidst the quasi-saint's sound waves, its leaves all shaken off, making it look like an unfortunate listener.

"Is he out of his mind? Where did this super-powerful cripple come from?" Wu Tian cursed inwardly, utterly speechless.

But Wutian is an absolutely clear-headed execution machine.

He knew all too well just how wide the gap was between a Great Luo Golden Immortal and a Quasi-Saint at their peak.

Moreover, the opponent possesses a soul-locking magic treasure personally bestowed by the Primordial Celestial Venerable. Although his [Supreme Heaven-Covering Cloak] can conceal his origins and face, it cannot offset the absolute difference in physical pressure. Staying here to fight head-on is simply courting death.

As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of monks not killing.

Wu Tian didn't even bother to utter a single harsh retort. His right hand flashed into his robes, and he grabbed the top-grade spatial escape talisman that Lin Xuan had given him before leaving for self-defense.

Without any hesitation, Wu Tian suddenly exerted force with his fingers, and with a crisp "crack," he crushed the escape talisman.

An extremely profound and perfect spatial law instantly enveloped Wutian.

With a "whoosh," Wutian transformed into a wisp of extremely concealed black smoke. He slipped seamlessly into a void crevice and sprinted towards the Great Shang Dynasty's Chaoge City!

Their escape speed was a hundred times faster than the two Western Saints' desperate escape when they realized the situation was bad.

The lamp-bearer in mid-air was maintaining an air of superiority, waiting for his opponent to beg for mercy. But when he heard a distinctly distorted and tearing sound coming from hundreds of feet behind him, his purplish-black face instantly turned a deep liver color.

"I'm furious! So that's where you were hiding! How dare you make a fool of me like a blind monkey!"

Enraged, Ran Deng let out a furious, utterly deflated roar. He knew the other party had definitely seen him cursing at the tree. This extreme humiliation nearly made him explode on the spot.

"You little thief! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will kill you!"

With extreme arrogance, Ran Deng unleashed all his magical power, and the [Soul-Chasing Sky-Piercing Cone] in his right hand erupted with an extremely dazzling blue light.

The terrifying speed of a Quasi-Saint peak was fully unleashed, transforming into a world-destroying azure meteor, relentlessly pursuing the trail of demonic energy left behind by the spatial passage!

This was a completely unreasonable and overwhelming chase.

Burning Lamp, completely disregarding everything else, unleashed a barrage of spells in the sky as if they were free.

The terrifying quasi-saint's attack landed on the ground, unleashing a series of earth-shattering explosions. Hundreds of thousands of miles of extremely dense forests and hundreds of towering barren mountains along its path were razed to the ground by his indiscriminate bombardment, becoming scorched earth!

Wu Tian was desperately using a spatial escape talisman to shrink the distance between himself and the ground. Hearing the explosions approaching from behind, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Damn it! This old blind man is a complete mad dog! My lord! I'm risking my life, so you'd better keep an eye on him!" Wutian gritted his teeth and used all his strength to escape.