Not even a Dao Foundation Cultivator could withstand a single charge.
A Magical Treasure!
A Late-Stage Dao Foundation Cultivator.
Together, these two factors formed an insurmountable mountain of despair for any ordinary Dao Foundation Cultivator.
Kou Wu strode forward, Trident in hand. With a casual wave of his arm, several figures were sent flying.
"Where's Sunx Tuo?"
He scanned the area, his expression vicious.
"Few people have ever escaped my grasp. But you can run for a moment, not for a lifetime. Yunjing Island is only so big—where can you possibly run?"
...
"The pursuers are here."
Zhu Ju formed a blade with one hand, clashing with the incoming greatsword. He used the momentum to fly backward and glanced behind his opponent.
"Fellow Daoist, must you insist on tangling with me?"
"..." Sunx Tuo glanced back. The men of the Sunx Family were no match for the Tribulation Cultivators, and his expression darkened.
'I have to end this quickly!'
SWOOSH!
