Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 49, Escape (Please Recommend, Please Favorite)

Chapter 49: Chapter 49, Escape (Please Recommend, Please Favorite)

The One-Horned Evil Dragon emanates an endless evil aura. Chu Ming just takes a glance and feels his spirit tremble. Fortunately, he has the White Light Plate, which continuously nourishes his soul, making it immensely robust.

The presence of the One-Horned Evil Dragon is truly overwhelming; it is a Demon Beast comparable to a True Dao expert. Its destructive power is so great that the surrounding birds and beasts scatter in all directions, not daring to linger for even a moment.

Chu Ming sees the One-Horned Evil Dragon. Naturally, Yang Zong, who was chasing behind Chu Ming, also glimpses the enormous dragon. Feeling the powerful aura coming from the dragon, Yang Zong’s face turns pale, his heart trembles, and his spirit wavers. Even his recent attack slowly dissipates.

Although Yang Zong’s strength is formidable, in front of the One-Horned Evil Dragon, a Fifth Level Middle Tier Demon Beast, he is far from capable. A casual strike from the dragon would be enough to take his life.

Feeling the attack behind him slowly fading, Chu Ming breathes a sigh of relief. Without time to think, he clenches his teeth, steps firmly, and his body leaps towards the nearby One-Horned Evil Dragon like a wild goose, all while keeping an eye on Yang Zong’s movements.

Indeed, seeing Chu Ming heading towards the dragon, Yang Zong hesitates and stops immediately. Watching Chu Ming’s flight, his face shows unwillingness, but seeing the mighty dragon, his unwilling expression quickly turns into a cold smile.

"What a madman!"

With a curse, Yang Zong, too, does not dare to stay any longer. He puts his body technique into full play, his lightweight skill allowing him to transform into several shadows, fleeing in a direction completely opposite to Chu Ming’s, moving away.

Clearly, he harbors great fear towards the One-Horned Evil Dragon, a fear potent enough to make him abandon the chase.

Huff huff huff

Seeing Yang Zong leave, Chu Ming truly breathes a sigh of relief. But before he can relax, his mind tightens again. He is not yet safe; the One-Horned Evil Dragon ahead is even more terrifying than Yang Zong. Chu Ming’s skin screams in fear, his hairs standing on end.

Only when Yang Zong’s shadow disappears does Chu Ming randomly choose a direction completely opposite to Yang Zong’s to escape. His steps swift as the wind, he strides twenty meters in an instant. He has exhausted all his potential, even nearly draining his Spiritual Power.

Run, desperately run!

In the distance, the imposing One-Horned Evil Dragon notices Chu Ming. A fierce gleam flashes in its eyes, transforming completely into a peerless Fierce Beast. Its huge foot lightly leaps tens of meters, its silver armor shimmering, chasing after Chu Ming wildly.

The boundless Cyan Yang Mountain Range has an extremely complex environment with forests, swamps, barren hills, and numerous water bodies. The complex terrain greatly increases Chu Ming’s chances of escaping the One-Horned Evil Dragon.

Howl!

A terrifying roar comes from behind Chu Ming, reaching the skies, indicating the dragon is less than a hundred meters away.

Crack crack!

The sound of trees breaking is incessant, mixed with sand and dust, the thudding of footprints continuously resounding.

Now, all Chu Ming can do is frantically run. If touched even once by the One-Horned Evil Dragon, his life would be forfeit. The Fifth Level Middle Tier dragon is equivalent to a True Dao Third Heaven Martial Artist; even the five great geniuses of the Great Yan Kingdom would only flee upon encountering it.

Seeing the distance between them closing, Chu Ming is anxious.

Howl!

A terrifying wave of Spiritual Power shoots from his back. Trees nearby simply touch the aura and immediately perish, the air changing color.

Without looking, Chu Ming knows it’s the dragon’s Dragon Energy Bullet. Even a True Dao Third Heaven expert would explode and die if hit, their body turning to ash.

Relying on his powerful Soul Power, Chu Ming’s figure flickers, narrowly escaping as the energy grazes his clothes.

Bang!

The ground ahead is blasted into a large pit, everything nearby instantly destroyed, reduced to thorns.

"What a terrifying attack!"

Chu Ming is still in fear, his mind racing as he considers ways to escape. This situation clearly cannot continue; his injuries worsen, and his Spiritual Power slowly depletes.

Bang bang bang...

Dragon Energy Bullets come from behind continuously. Chu Ming always finds the best routes to dodge, giving the impression of strolling through a hail of bullets.

The One-Horned Evil Dragon, enraged, stops firing bullets and relentlessly pursues Chu Ming, closing the gap. Chu Ming can even smell the dragon’s foul breath. With a burst of remaining Spiritual Power, his speed increases, his feet leaving afterimages.

At the same time, Chu Ming feels fortunate to encounter the One-Horned Evil Dragon. If it were another speed-focused Demon Beast, this powerful entity would have killed him instantly.

In the end, the dragon excels in strength, not speed. This is why Chu Ming can persist for so long.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The surroundings shake, trees break, birds and beasts scatter. Chu Ming’s steps falter slightly, his face pale as paper. Forcing himself to calm down, his sharp gaze searches around, finally fixing on a rocky mountain ahead.

There is a huge fissure there, seemingly cleaved by a blade. It is immeasurably deep, barren with no tree cover.

Ignoring what might happen, Chu Ming stamps the ground hard, his body shooting like an arrow, diagonally diving into the fissure like a swallow returning to its nest.

Bang bang bang!

The rocks shake, the ground quakes, the entire rocky mountain seems on the verge of collapse. The dragon’s enormous body cannot follow Chu Ming inside, but its immense power still causes rocks to shatter and debris to fly.

Chu Ming does not know if the mountain can withstand the dragon’s impact, but with no other path, he can only continue through the fissure, hoping to find an exit ahead.

For some reason, he feels that the fissure harbors a unique power, sharp and fierce, somewhat similar to his Sword Intent. Chu Ming suspects the mountain was indeed cleaved by a powerful Blade Master.

Sunlight barely penetrates the fissure edges, making it less dark. After a good ten minutes, Chu Ming feels the exterior quieting, the mountain’s shaking stopping, implying the dragon has truly left.

But Chu Ming cannot be certain; the dragon has some intelligence and might be feigning retreat. He continues forward cautiously, keeping a wary eye to avoid unknown dangers lurking.

Drip drop drip drop...

In the fissure, Chu Ming hears water sounds. The path ahead opens up more, but the eerily silent fissure seems deadly quiet. A pervasive deathly air chills Chu Ming.