Supreme Emperor of Swords

The night passed quickly.

Ding Hao stopped cultivating and slowly got up. He stretched himself lazily and suddenly sensed something. His expression changed.

In the distance, hundreds of beams of flowing light were rushing toward him like lightning, coming from the horizon that had just dawned.

Ding Hao frowned and had already guessed something.

Golden Cicada and Sweet Sound had packed up the tent and the other appurtenances.

In the blink of an eye, the several hundred beams of flowing light had approached them. They were nearly a hundred fully armed Human Clan warriors. Surrounding them in the air, one of them shouted, “It’s them, it’s them! We’ve finally found them! Seal off the place and don’t let them escape.”

Hundreds of men surrounded them aggressively. Among them was an inscription formation master. He waved his hand and unleashed his inscription weapons, confining them using boundary stones within a seal.

“Wicked bandits, let’s see where you two can run to.”

These warriors were of different ages, and even the one with the lowest strength was above the Primordial Realm. Fury shot out of their eyes, as if they had seen an enemy who had murdered their father and seized their wife. Coming from all directions, they drew out their weapons glittering coldly in the morning sun.

“We seem to be in some trouble.” Golden Cicada chanted Buddha’s name, and then said, poking gentle fun at the situation, “Almsgiver Ding, it’s your move now.”

It was not easy for this monk to keep a straight face for the whole night. Now, he was back to his frivolous self.

Ding Hao’s eyes swept over these men’s faces and fell on a ferocious old man with golden hair and a brawny leonine physique. He asked, “Friends, I don’t know why you have come in such an aggressive manner.”

“Wicked bandits, give me back my son’s life!” The old man was a three-apertured Martial Emperor with extraordinary strength. The fury in his eyes seemed to be almost incinerating Ding Hao and Golden Cicada into ashes.

Ding Hao thought for a while and soon understood.

The old man’s son must be one of those who were qualified to get on the Golden Boat but had died in the explosion.

“These idiots have indeed found the wrong guys.”

Needless to say, the other martial artists with cannibalistic expressions must have lost their loved ones in the Golden Boat explosion the night before or had been asked to help out their bereaved friends. It seemed that things were more serious than he had thought. In just one night, after such a short time, he had been labeled a murderer.

But the Golden Boat was detonated by people from the Miaoyu Bordello themselves.

But he could not convince these men overcome by rage and unamenable to reason.

Hence, Ding Hao found himself too lazy to give them any explanation.

“Let’s go.” Ding Hao suddenly threw out a punch, and purple flames surged out from his fist. Terrible Qi radiated in all directions, sending sand and pebbles flying everywhere.

The surrounding experts were shocked and immediately retreated to take up a defensive posture. After all, the strength displayed by Golden Cicada and Ding Hao the night before was too horrible. Although they had a lot of men with them, they could not afford to be careless.

The next moment—

“Swoosh!”

A streak of black lightning shot up the sky, shattering the shimmering inscription formation in the air. It was incredibly fast, disappearing into the distant horizon in an instant.

Smoke and dust fell.

“Dammit, they escaped again!” someone roared angrily.

They did not expect the inscription formation they had set up this time to be so vulnerable, allowing their opponents to escape so easily.

“Humph, martial arts warrants have been issued in every major province. Let’s see where they can run to,” the golden-haired old man said hatefully. “Even if they run to the ends of the earth, I will find them and grind them into minced meat to avenge my son.”

“Well, someone’s coming from afar. Be careful, everyone!”

In the distance, a stream of flowing light flashed, reaching the front of the company in an instant.

“It’s the Moonlight Fairy.”

The martial arts practitioners recognized the person who had suddenly appeared to be indeed the Moonlight Fairy, the successor of Miaoyu Bordello.

“Seniors, we’re all martial artists of the same fraternity. I, Moonlight, pay my respects to you.” The voice of the Moonlight Fairy was like music from heaven. She landed and bowed to everyone, her figure as graceful and her face as ravishing as a fairy’s.

“Humph!” The golden-haired, fierce-looking old man let out a cold snort, showing her a hostile face.

If his son had not been infatuated with this woman and gone on the Golden Boat, he would not have died the night before. It was all her fault.

“Senior Zhao, please don’t be angry. Although they have escaped this time, I have a way to make them show themselves. I guarantee that they will be pursued by martial artists millions of kilometers all around wherever they go!” the Moonlight Fairy said with a smile.

Like lightning, Black Whirlwind spewed out crimson flames from its four exhaust pipes, roaring and parting the clouds, racing ahead madly.

“Something’s wrong. By rights, we were already far away from Jin City last night. How could these men still locate us so precisely?” Ding Hao shouted while coursing Qi within his inner meridians, activating Black Whirlwind.

“That’s what I’m wondering too,” Golden Cicada behind Ding Hao said. “But the world is so big, so all kinds of strange things can happen. Well, we can’t say for sure, but they might have some special tracking methods.”

Sweet Sound sat at the back, silent all this time.

This kind of riding did not quite suit her, but since they were running for their lives, she did not care so much.

Ding Hao nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, “By the way, in which direction is Xiang Province?”

Golden Cicada started. “You don’t know where Xiang Province is? South!”

“Oh.” Ding Hao nodded and asked, “And which direction is the south?”

Golden Cicada almost fell down from Black Whirlwind. He gritted his teeth and said, “Are you not taking a shortcut to Xiang Province?”

“A shortcut? There is a shortcut? Tell me where now!” Ding Hao was overjoyed.

Golden Cicada was speechless. He resisted the urge to strangle Ding Hao to death.

They had been racing frantically, with Ding Hao steering Black Whirlwind to the southwest. Golden Cicada thought Ding Hao knew a shortcut to Xiang Province. After all, they needed to travel through areas controlled by the super forces of the Demon Clan on their way to Xiang Province. It was common to circumvent these areas through a shortcut. Therefore, although he found it strange, he did not say anything.

But it turned out that this guy did not know the way at all. He had been racing around aimlessly all this while!

Golden Cicada pointed weakly to the south.

Ding Hao immediately adjusted the direction in which Black Whirlwind was heading.

A sweet smile appeared on Sweet Sound’s face.

This was the Ding Hao she knew. He had an unparalleled aptitude and extraordinary strength but was sometimes as dense as an idiot.

Half a month later.

“Devil, where are you going?”

Countless rays of flowing light flashed swiftly across the sky, whistling and tearing through the air. In that instant, the white clouds seemed severed by a gigantic pair of scissors, leaving individual trails. 40 to 50 masters of the Human Clan were pursuing him, mobilizing to the full their inner Qi.

In front of them, a streak of black lightning was racing madly ahead.

“Dammit, are you guys done or not? A bunch of idiots!” Ding Hao gnashed his teeth.

The feeling of being chased everywhere was no fun at all.

Ten days ago, Ding Hao had escorted Golden Cicada and Sweet Sound to Xiang Province, where there was indeed a division of the Great Leiyin Monastery. In the end, the two were taken away by several monks with unfathomable strength. Saying goodbye to Ding Hao, they then embarked on their journey back to the Western Desert.

Before leaving on his journey, Golden Cicada gave Ding Hao an extremely detailed map.

After their later acquaintance, Golden Cicada was now finally convinced Ding Hao wasn’t pretending to be dense, but really a road idiot. Sighing in surprise, he prepared a map for Ding Hao, so that Ding Hao could reach the Southern Land without losing his way.

Other than that, Golden Cicada also gave Ding Hao a lot of clues about the Muhuang Clan in the Southern Land.

After seeing these two off, Ding Hao had planned to make haste and travel to the Southern Land. However, at this time, something unfortunate happened.

Ding Hao had been detected by those crazy, enraged human martial artists again and again, pursuing him to kill. At first, there were only four or five groups, but later, more and more groups involving thousands of martial arts masters appeared in pursuit of him. They were like angry birds, using all kinds of overt and covert methods to take on Ding Hao.

Ding Hao had used a lot of methods, even a magic technique taught him by the Saber Master to slightly change his facial features and aura. Besides that, he also activated the middle dantian in his chest to give himself the appearance of a flaming saber master. Yet he still could not get rid of these killers who were penetrating from everywhere.

“That’s strange. How did they find me?”

Ding Hao racked his brains, but could not find any clues.

His pursuers came again and again, converging to attack without any prior plan. Each time he escaped, they would track him down again quickly.

Fortunately, Ding Hao had made several improvements to Black Whirlwind, and the motorcycle was now extremely fast. Scooting away madly, he finally shook off these crazy pursuers, like he had done so many times before.

Ding Hao stopped in front of a lake in a mountain forest.

“Phew, I need a break. Although these men’s strength cannot threaten me, I can’t go on like this.” Ding Hao sat on the shore by the lake, watching the rippling blue waves, feeling a little vexed.

In the past few days, the manner in which these pursuers addressed him had changed again and again.

At first, he was a “wicked bandit,” later, a “murderer,” then a “butcher,” and finally a “devil.” It seemed that as they continued coming after him, his felonies had become more and more serious. These pursuers really looked as though he had slaughtered their entire families.

“Something’s not quite right. Something must have happened that I’m unaware of.”

Ding Hao frowned.

“I must find a way to question them. It won’t do for me to continue running away like this. Even if I eventually arrive at the Southern Land, I’m afraid those pursuers will be led there as well. I’m looking for my sister, but even if I find her, she will get implicated in this too.”

After indulging in all sorts of wild thoughts, Ding Hao took off his clothes and jumped into the lake to swim.

“Let’s relax first.”

Evil Moon, the cute cat, had already been swimming happily for some time. It had caught a water demon from somewhere, probably a mutant ancient crocodile with the cultivation of a Demon Prince, that seemed to be the overlord of this lake. Evil Moon put a noose around its neck and was now riding on its back, having fun.

Even Ding Hao had to admit that wherever this Demon King, Evil Moon, turned up, some humans or demons would surely suffer.

Looking up at the beautiful azure sky, Ding Hao could finally enjoy a little ease of mind, floating quietly on the lake. Soon, without knowing why, he started feeling a little tired. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When Evil Moon saw this, it no longer stayed in the water to play. Instead, it rode the ancient crocodile up the shore and quietly stood guard there.

Although it was heartless in daily life, it had seen Ding Hao’s labors all this time. On the surface, the cat might be always fighting and arguing with Ding Hao, yet this did not put a strain on their relationship. Often, they were like two people dependent on each other for survival, each embracing the other for warmth in this unfriendly world.