Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

However, at the same time, a dazzling firelight shot out from the back of the scar-faced brute, standing out vividly amidst the snow and ice that filled the sky.

"Hmph!"

Zhu Bufan snorted coldly, searching the body of the scar-faced brute and found a token engraved with the image of a crape myrtle in his bosom.

Zhu Bufan didn't know what the token represented, tucked it into his chest, and without giving the scar-faced brute another glance, he promptly left the scene.

Shortly after Zhu Bufan departed, the intense stench of blood immediately attracted countless wild beasts, sparking a fierce battle over the territory.

"Looks like that kid has been dealt with!"

Gazing at the extremely dazzling firelight in the northwest, the two speeding figures came to an abrupt halt.

The same thought emerged in the minds of both the bald brute and Zhu Yuheng as they stopped their advance and headed towards the direction of the firelight.

After swiftly and simply dealing with the scar-faced brute, Zhu Bufan felt an enormous sense of relief. The fact that this was his first kill did not cause any discomfort; on the contrary, he felt exhilaratingly refreshed.

But this feeling only lasted until the next day.

At that moment, Zhu Bufan found himself in the midst of a hard struggle.

The next day, as soon as Zhu Bufan had climbed over a snowy mountain, he saw two figures rushing towards him from different directions. Before he could make out who they were, he instantly sensed an overwhelming intent to kill.

Right away, Zhu Bufan realized these two must be the scar-faced brute's accomplices.

Very quickly, Zhu Bufan could see the faces of the two men clearly—it was the bald brute, along with an elder.

"Not good, run!"

Zhu Bufan roared lowly and stretched his speed to its limits, dashing back like a bolt of lightning.

Had it only been the bald brute, Zhu Bufan would never have chosen to run. He would have confronted and slain him. However, with Zhu Yuheng added to the equation, Zhu Bufan's only option was to flee. Facing a Tenth Rank expert was simply beyond his current abilities.

Initially, upon seeing Zhu Bufan, the bald brute and his companion were startled, pausing momentarily. Then, it dawned on them both that if Zhu Bufan was alive, the scar-faced brute was very likely dead.

Immediately, the two shouted in unison, chasing after Zhu Bufan as he fled.

"Damn brat, still thinking of running away!" Zhu Yuheng scoffed coldly. Relying on his Tenth Rank expert strength, he could move much faster than Zhu Bufan, and in half a day, he had closed the distance between them to about a hundred meters.

The bald brute, whose movement technique was incredibly fast and who knew what methods were employed, hung behind them, steadily closing in.

"I'll make you run!"

Zhu Yuheng took out the strong bow slung on his back, reached to his waist, drew a long arrow, and nocked it onto the bow.

This bow, although small—indeed, even smaller than a regular bow—was made entirely of profound iron. The bowstring, made from some unknown material, was as fine as hair, almost invisible if one did not pay close attention.

Yet, this delicate bow was fully capable of withstanding the power of a Tenth Rank expert, which testified to its exceptional quality.

Nocking the arrow and drawing the bow with all his might, Zhu Yuheng managed to pull the bowstring into a crescent.

Swoosh...

As the arrow left the bowstring, it emitted a piercing whoosh, streaking like a comet towards Zhu Bufan from behind.

Zhu Bufan was extremely sensitive to the flow of energy, detecting a powerful current slicing through the air with a startle. His improved Floating Snow Step Technique was naturally executed as his mind moved.

Zhu Yuheng only saw Zhu Bufan perform a strange spin, smooth as drifting clouds and flowing water, utterly natural without a hint of obstruction. Surprisingly, his speed didn't decrease in the slightest.

"This..." Witnessing this scene, Zhu Yuheng's eyebrows twitched with shock, and then a gleam of uncontrollable greed flashed in his eyes.

"What a bizarre movement technique... If I could acquire it, my strength would reach new heights!"

Driven by benefit, Zhu Yuheng's speed increased by another third spontaneously as his body glimmered with golden light, like a sharp sword breaking through the layers of resistance in the air. Meanwhile, three feathered arrows were simultaneously notched on the bowstring, their arrowheads gleaming with a cold light.

However, this time the sharp arrows were not aimed at Zhu Bufan's vital points, but at his legs, clearly intending to cripple his mobility. The dark bow was drawn to the full, and with a twang, it was violently loosed.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh

After three shrill whistles, a series of sharply piercing sounds of breaking air followed; three lethal arrows shot towards Zhu Bufan in a "品" formation.

Zhu Bufan was well aware of the formidable triple arrows headed his way.

"Damn scheming old fart!" Zhu Bufan cursed under his breath.

The angles at which the three arrows were fired were peculiar, covering every possible escape route for Zhu Bufan. To dodge without a trace and not affect his speed was impossible.

With no other choice, Zhu Bufan abruptly halted, then contorted his body at an odd angle to spin on the spot, eluding all three arrows, and then, without any pause, continued sprinting forward.

Yet, before he could get much further, another three sounds of tearing air echoed from behind him.

Zhu Yuheng, with twenty feathered arrows strapped to his waist, releasing three at a time, failed to hit Zhu Bufan even after five volleys. Nonetheless, Zhu Bufan's speed was greatly reduced, while Zhu Yuheng took the opportunity to close the distance to within a dozen meters.

"Stop right there, boy!" Zhu Yuheng sneered coldly as the golden light around his body surged, rippling outwards like waves, then coalescing into a mass in front of him. Under Zhu Yuheng's control, it stretched and widened, and eventually formed into a shimmering golden blade, slashing horizontally at Zhu Bufan.

In an instant, the dazzling gold covered all the white light surrounding it, as if it intended to split heaven and earth.

Sensing the terror of this strike, Zhu Bufan dared not slacken in the slightest, his Cold Ice Internal Energy rolling and churning, as his deep eyes glinted with a faint blue light.

Surging Wave Palm!

An attractive light shadow flickered between Zhu Bufan's palms, while the vast sound of ocean waves seemed to emanate from him, faint but discernible.

Zhu Bufan struck out with his palm, colliding fiercely with the golden sword shadow.

"Boom!"

A thunderous roar ensued, and the force of the impact radiated outwards.

Zhu Bufan felt a piercing, destructive force invade his palms, like a sharp blade that brought intense pain with every inch it traversed.

"Sword Energy."

Zhu Bufan thought to himself, as his Cold Ice Internal Energy swiftly surrounded and attacked the Sword Energy, attempting to push it out of his body or refine it into nothingness.

To Zhu Bufan's surprise, the Sword Energy was incredibly stubborn. Though scant, it was extremely difficult to refine. Zhu Bufan could only rely on the thickness of his Cold Ice Internal Energy to gradually push the Sword Energy towards his palms and then slowly force it out of his body.

The majority of Zhu Bufan's palms were sea blue, only the center occasionally flashed with hints of gold.

"Truly worthy of the Gold Attribute Technique, possessing such formidable offensive power!"

Feeling the hardship of the expulsion process, Zhu Bufan couldn't help but lament inwardly.

Seeing how easily Zhu Bufan had received the blow, Zhu Yuheng could not conceal his astonishment, his face betraying his surprise.