This was merely the beginning.
Since this statement was so powerful, the next step would be to turn around and fight until the winner and loser, or even the life and death, were determined.
Having said this, Jing Jiu glided toward the darkness of the night, disappearing without a trace like a ghost.
The old man loosened his hand covering his mouth, and the fresh blood dropped onto the ground, turning into green smoke and disappearing.
In his palm, there was a small piece of jade-white object, which should be a broken piece of the dragon tooth.
Jing Jiu's body was so hard that the dragon tooth couldn't penetrate it, and it broke apart.
The old man lifted his head to look at the darkness of the night, his eyes resentful, but his face didn't show any anxious expression.
Though he didn't know what had happened at the lowest level of the Fiend Prison, nobody here could escape his perception.
He knew where Jing Jiu was at the moment. The resentment in his eyes turned into a lethal intent. As he waved his sleeves, the darkness of the night started spinning.
Like a wisp of smoke, Jing Jiu arrived in front of the broken cliff in a few minutes. As long as he leapt up to the top of the cliff, he would be able to return to the first level of the Fiend Prison.
His figure suddenly disappeared. As he reappeared, he was already in the middle of the broken cliff. In the next moment, he arrived at the top of the cliff.
The wind here was still as hot and dry as ever. Looking at the slightly reddish sand under his feet, Jing Jiu found that he was still on the second level.
He didn't pay any attention to the gazes from the cells in the distance. He figured out what had happened after some thought.
As Jing Jiu leapt up to the top of the cliff, the old man reversed heaven and earth in the Fiend Prison.
This patch of heaven and earth was under the control of the Old Dragon's will; it was indeed not easy to escape.
The deep darkness of the night was torn apart, and the chilly wind drove away some of the hot air, but it soon became as hot as the night.
The old man walked out from the darkness of the night.
Jing Jiu leapt in another direction without hesitation at a very fast speed; but he was bound by an invisible force before he could get too far.
At the moment, he was like a moth that had bumped into a spider's web.
The old man appeared in front of Jing Jiu and said while staring at him expressionlessly, "As I said, you can't escape."
Jing Jiu didn't say anything.
Feeling the pain in his mouth, the old man thought that he had guessed what Jing Jiu was thinking, so he sneered and said, "There are countless ways to kill someone."
As soon as he finished speaking, a domineering aura tore through the night sky like a violent gale. The sky slowly descended and the ground slowly rose.
The invisible pressure from heaven and earth came from all directions, like countless heavy iron plates pressing down on Jing Jiu's body.
No matter how sharp or hard an object was, it could only work on a tangible object.
Jing Jiu's tattered white clothes were crushed into rags and stuck to his body. His hands that were exposed from the cuffs were extremely pale, without a trace of blood.
The old man's eyes became colder and colder, and the pressure of heaven and earth became heavier.
Jing Jiu's face was obscured by the Sword Force, and his facial features could not be seen clearly. However, one could vaguely see that there was a pink tint spreading from his face. It should be blood.
The old man said, "So you are someone who can die."
"I am a human, so of course I will die."
Jing Jiu looked at him and said, "But as I said, this is only the beginning. If you want to kill me, you'll need more time and more methods."
After saying this, his body began to tremble slightly, like a formless flame that was swaying with the wind, about to be extinguished at any time.
With a soft hum, the pressure of heaven and earth fell on something, stirring up countless dust clouds.
The formless flame was extinguished, but in the next moment, it was reignited elsewhere.
Jing Jiu disappeared before the old man's eyes and reappeared several li away.
Seeing this, the old man showed an expression of disbelief.
How could a man avoid heaven and earth when he was in this world?
What was even more shocking was that this Aoyama disciple's speed was even faster than a flying sword, almost surpassing the concept of time. How did he do it?
Thinking of these things, the old man stepped into the darkness. With a single step, he had already traveled several li, appearing before Jing Jiu.
With a grave expression, he said, "You're indeed fast, but you're still not as fast as me."
In terms of speed and movement, the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth of Zhongzhou School was undoubtedly the best, and the old man had practiced the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth to the extreme. Even the Unicorn and the Center Sect Master were not as good as him. More importantly, this was the Fiend Prison. With the help of the Escape Method of Heaven and Earth, the old man could appear at any place, almost regardless of time.
Jing Jiu had used the Underworld Fairy Sword, which he had practiced diligently for three years in the lower level of the Fiend Prison to escape from the dragon teeth and to avoid the encirclement of heaven and earth.
The foundation of the Underworld Fairy Sword was the Control of Soul-Fire, which was why it was so elusive and hard to track down. It could move a few li in an instant, like a ghost.
This was the first time the Underworld Fairy Sword had appeared in the world.
This peculiar method of the Sword Ghost displayed an incredible effect and potential, but unfortunately, it encountered the fastest Old Dragon in Chaotian.
Jing Jiu didn't feel regretful, nor did he feel frustrated or hopeless.
The expression in his eyes was calm, even expectant.
This was a rare occurrence.
The old man struck again.
Heaven and earth encircled him again.
Jing Jiu's body became lighter again, as if it had turned illusionary, like a swaying shapeless flame. He disappeared from the original spot, and as he reappeared, he was already a few li away.
A moment later, the old man walked out from the darkness of the night, and slapped at Jing Jiu's head with his palm.
Before the huge palm that looked like a dome could touch Jing Jiu's body, Jing Jiu's cloth ruffled slightly, and he leaped a few thousand feet away like a ghost.
The old man clenched his right hand expressionlessly.
The gigantic palm brought with it a whistling gale, crushing the space within a radius of several thousand feet.
At the most dangerous moment, Jing Jiu flashed away, leaving only a piece of his sleeve behind. It drifted down to the ground with the wind, turning into dust and disappearing into the sand.
The old man chased after him.
…
…
In the darkness of heaven and earth, the figures of Jing Jiu and the old man appeared and disappeared one after another. They were engaged in the most dangerous pursuit in silence.
The Fiend Prison was nevertheless the territory of the old man. No matter how unpredictable the Underworld Fairy Sword was, it couldn't evade the encirclement of heaven and earth every time. Jing Jiu was hit a few times and was wounded badly. Yet, Jing Jiu's speed grew faster and faster, and he was always able to evade the most dangerous situations by employing an unimaginable method, and he even left the old man further behind.
The old man had a terrible look on his face.
Based on his status and status in the Cultivation circle, it was extremely humiliating for him that he couldn't catch such a weak opponent after such a long time.
The formidable power of the Underworld Fairy Sword was the main reason.
Yet, it was also because the old man couldn't employ his most powerful methods in the Fiend Prison, which made him feel aggrieved and even angrier.
He even felt that this young man would be able to escape if he kept pursuing Jing Jiu.
The old man suddenly halted his steps and opened his arms with his eyes closed, exuding an exceedingly formidable energy, communicating with heaven and earth in the distance.
Dozens of silhouettes turned back to their original forms, and the figure of Jing Jiu reappeared in front of the broken cliff.
His cloth ruffled slightly, looking like a fairy man or a ghost.
All of a sudden, the entire cliff collapsed, as if a mountain had fallen head-on, pressing Jing Jiu underneath it.
A faint sound rang out, as if a wine bag had been pierced through. A round hole appeared in the cliff rocks, and Jing Jiu flew out from the hole along with the stone chips.
A patch of ocean of fire came down from the sky, forcing Jing Jiu to fall backward until he landed on the field.
Jing Jiu was covered with sand and dirt, his clothes in tatters. He coughed twice with his head lowered, looking rather miserable.
"Who the hell are you?" the old man asked while staring at Jing Jiu's face.
As far as he was concerned, Jing Jiu's Cultivation state was not worth mentioning, but his speed was unimaginably fast.
Moreover, the method of Jing Jiu's sword riding was different from any sword riding method he knew, and it was not the Escape Method either. As such, the old man couldn't even see through it.
"You have reached the Yuanying State at such a young age … In your language, you are called the Free Travel State. I think you are either Zhao Layue or the rumored personal disciple of Liu Ci."
The old man continued coldly, "You are a man, so you must be Zhuo Rusui."
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