My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty-Chapter 505: Pursuit

When the two pursuers caught up, the smile on Mo Li's face quickly faded. His intention had been to lead them away, and their eagerness to chase him suited his purpose perfectly.

"Your methods are nothing impressive. What's this about space confinement? It's laughable!" Mo Li taunted. "You think you can get the better of Lanyan Royal School? Dream on!"

"Hahaha! See you later!" Mo Li said, entering his Dunjia state once more. He didn't forget to leave behind a last piece of provocation before he left.

Practicing Celestial Mechanic Art, Mo Li was usually cautious. His brash behavior now was designed to provoke his pursuers, making them focus solely on chasing him rather than harming innocent people.

Since his appearance until now, Mo Li had devised several tactical plans. This one was the simplest and most direct, effectively slowing down his enemies while giving him a chance to defeat them.

The leader of the two pursuers was arrogant and likely couldn't tolerate such provocation, so he would certainly pursue him.

The entire Earthly Realm was protected by great formations. These two from the Lower Realm would probably have been detected by the masters maintaining the formations at Lanyan Royal School long ago. As long as they kept pursuing him, reinforcements from the school would arrive soon.

"Command!"

While Mo Li was evading, he grabbed a piece of withered grass. With a flash of light, the grass transformed into a gray snake that slithered away at an astonishing speed.

This was a communication technique using Qimen Dunjia, detectable only by those practicing Celestial Mechanic Art at Lanyan Royal School. Mo Li didn't plan to wait passively for rescue; he sought help himself.

His hometown wasn't too far from the East Sea. The signal he just sent was directed towards the Myriad Clans of East Sea. Given the close relationship between Myriad Clans of East Sea and Lanyan Royal School in recent years, and Mo Li's close ties with a Yaksha Clan genius, he was confident that his message wouldn't be ignored.

With Yaksha Clan's assistance, his safety would be secured.

"Damn it!"

"Here they come again!"

Mo Li quickly used his true energy to evade, and when his figure reappeared ten zhang away, his previous location had already been split by a sword light, leaving a crack over a zhang wide.

"That was close! Good thing my timing was right!" Mo Li frowned and entered Dunjia state once more, accelerating instantly.

The use of Qimen Dunjia had time limits based on Mo Li's current cultivation level. As the chase continued, the two pursuers from Immortal Realm had noticed this limitation, and they attacked at precise moments.

They were no pushovers, but every attack seemed to be narrowly avoided by Mo Li, who always managed to escape injury.

"Damn it!"

"This Lower Realm waste's escape techniques are so annoying!"

The man in the expensive robe was fuming. He had never imagined that someone with far inferior cultivation would evade him so many times. If news of this spread, it would tarnish his reputation in Immortal Realm, likening him to the Fire Clan's useless Holy Son.

Fury ignited within him, and his eyes seemed to crackle with thunder as his aura was about to explode.

"Holy Son, please!"

"An elder has repeatedly instructed not to use our clan's secret techniques or escape arts in the Lower Realm. It's too easy to reveal our identities that way."

The other person quickly dissuaded him. Hearing this, the man in the expensive robe's aura deflated.

As the Thunder Clan Holy Son, this was the first time he had to act so cautiously. Despite his confidence in catching Mo Li with Thunder Escape, violating the elder's orders and clan rules would mean punishment, even for him.

It wasn't worth it for a Lower Realm waste.

"Understood, continue the chase!"

With a sweeping motion, he recalled the flying sword he had just unleashed, then followed its path, transforming into a streak of sword light as he pursued Mo Li's escape route. The other elite from the Thunder Clan let out a sigh of relief before following suit.

In this year's Great Competition of All Clans, the Thunder Clan had failed to secure its usual ranking, and the clan's share of fortune was far less than in previous years. This had thrown the clan leader into a rage, casting blame even upon their usually untouchable holy son.

Just before the competition, this Thunder Clan holy son had injured his meridians while training in a secret technique, forcing him to retreat into seclusion for recovery.

Every Thunder Clan disciple believed that if their holy son had competed, he would have achieved a much higher score, allowing the fading fortunes of the Thunder Clan to continue and bring renewed glory. Yet, with the holy son sidelined due to his injury, the disappointment of the clan fell heavily upon him.

And the holy son, unable to argue, could only accept the blame, as his injury was indeed due to his own actions.

Now, descending to the mortal realm to redeem himself, he was already simmering with frustration. When he encountered a Lan Yan Academy disciple's provocation, his pent-up anger only intensified.

"Once I catch that Lanyan Royal School disciple, I will make him taste the thunderous punishment of purgatory!"

The Thunder Clan Holy Son clenched his fists tightly, his true energy raging as he intensified his use of the Flying Escape technique.

Ahead, Mo Li's figure reappeared from the Dunjia state.

"Perfect opportunity!"

The Thunder Clan holy son seized the opportunity and attacked immediately. His flying sword shot forward like a bolt of lightning, striking in an instant. With a thunderous roar, a beam of sword light cleaved through the spot where Mo Li had appeared—but it struck only empty air, slicing into a cliffside instead.

Part of the cliff broke away, sending countless massive stones crashing down into the sea below, creating waves over a dozen meters high.

Mo Li's figure had hidden within the spray of the waves and vanished once again.

"Infuriating!"

"Daring to flee toward the sea—you're only bringing this upon yourself, so don't blame me!" The Thunder Clan holy son sneered with anger, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes sparked with thunderous light as he abandoned any attempt to conceal his cultivation technique, fully unleashing the Thunder Clan's power and employing the rapid Thunder Escape.

This time, the Thunder Clan elite following him offered no objections. On the open sea, the traces of their thunder techniques would be obscured, presenting little risk.

Encased in crackling lightning, the holy son's speed—though not quite the full Thunder Escape—was still far faster than before, driven by the lightning's fierce stimulation. The two figures streaked like lightning, and as Mo Li appeared once again, they moved swiftly to encircle him.

"This time, see where you can run!"

"Die!"

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The Thunder Clan Holy Son emerged from the lightning, his flying sword like a divine staff of thunder, exuding a powerful presence.

A bolt of destructive thunder immediately struck toward Mo Li.

Seeing this, Mo Li did not attempt to evade again.

"Qimen Dunjia, open!"

Calmly, he swiftly formed a seal with his hands, and circles of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams formations appeared around him.