Chapter 1148: Fleeing To The Eastern Sea (II)
The True Fire burning at Li Ximing's back felt different from before, yet there was a familiar undertone that confirmed his suspicions. Li Ximing exhaled slowly to steady himself. He no longer bothered to think about whether Tinglan and the others had acted deliberately or whether their schemes had been anticipated. Staying alive came first.
Deep in his heart, he remained alert, Since Changxiao also comes from the Douxuan Dao lineage, he may have thunder-based techniques as well. I must be cautious. Thankfully, I'm using Bright Yang. Had it been anything else... True Fire or Profound Thunder would have countered me completely!
Now that the Mountain-Charging Sea-Pacing Tiger had been exposed, Li Ximing ceased concealing his presence and urged his mount forward through the great void.
Changxiao followed at a steady pace, lantern in hand, gradually closing the distance as he said softly, "Fellow Daoist Zhaojing, I only wish to discuss the past, why leave without a word? That seems rather discourteous."
"Senior Changxiao! If this is merely to discuss old matters, why block my way home? Once I've returned inland and tended to my injuries, I'll naturally send someone to invite you for a proper discussion. There's no need for such a grand pursuit through the great void!" replied Li Ximing.
Changxiao chuckled softly at those words and continued pursuing through the void, closing in step by step. The scorching True Fire pressed hotter against Li Ximing's back.
Li Ximing’s voice deepened as he shouted, "Rise!"
In an instant, a bright white gate covered in intricate patterns rose from the great void. Brilliant heavenly light flared, holding Changxiao back for a mere heartbeat before waves of terrifying True Fire came crashing down like a river of molten crimson, pouring out from either side of the gate and incinerating everything in its path.
Li Ximing's face turned pale; he was clearly wounded, yet he had only gained a brief reprieve before Changxiao finished his incantation aloud, "Treasure Bottle Merging Profound Method, descend!"
Li Ximing sensed a small silver-bright bottle flying toward him at blinding speed. Though born of a spell, it looked as solid as an actual artifact. He flung a lash of violet flame backward.