As a result, when the four sects of Cangyu gathered information on Falling Star Valley, they only reported some general information about the cultivator surnamed Zhang and failed to obtain his specific details.
A Golden Core cultivator like Yu Rong would have never bothered to remember the details of a cultivator like him.
Furthermore, Yu Rong's eyes had long been clouded by bloodlust. Having slaughtered her way here, she had come to see the easy killing of enemies as a matter of course.
The faint trace of vigilance she initially had was drowned by her ever-growing killing intent. Only by watching the enemies before her turn into fallen corpses could her heart find a sliver of pleasure.
It was under these circumstances that her earlier pounce had been extremely swift.
She was less than a hundred zhang from the cultivator surnamed Zhang, and with him throwing his Magical Treasures with all his might, the hundred-zhang distance was closed in an instant.
Although Yu Rong reacted in a flash, coming fast and going even faster, she still couldn't completely dodge the sudden attack.
She had already fled far away amidst the explosion, but while still in mid-air, she coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, which were even mixed with fragments of her internal organs.
On the other side, the cultivator surnamed Zhang, before throwing his Magical Treasures, had already slapped a thick layer of talismans onto his body with his other hand, moving as fast as lightning. He then scooped up his junior sister at his feet and fled backward for his life.
Though he was prepared and had bought some time, he still couldn't escape the aftershocks of the explosion. After being knocked to the ground several times by the shockwaves, the talismans on his body exploded like brilliant fireworks.
He still stumbled as he crawled forward. Throughout this process, he held his unconscious junior sister tightly in his arms, always keeping his back to the direction of the exploding Magical Treasures.
By the time he, covered in blood, fell at the feet of Zhu Luomu, who had also turned back to save him, the brawny body of the cultivator surnamed Zhang was riddled with thousands of holes. A piece of his skull at the back of his head had been blown off, revealing the white matter within.
The sight was horrifying, but he was still conscious. His junior sister, held in front of him, had not suffered any new external injuries, apart from being shaken again by the force of the explosion.
Zhu Luomu was somewhat stunned. When Yu Rong attacked, he had only turned his head for a moment before being sent tumbling forward a great distance by a powerful explosive force. Only then did he manage to stand up.
In his haste, he had only managed to protect the few people he was carrying. The remaining Qi Condensation disciples didn't even let out a scream before they were turned into a mist of blood and perished.
Fortunately, the female cultivator, Shen, knew that her cultivation was far inferior to Zhu Luomu's. When she fled with the other disciples, she did not take Feng Qiyuan with her.
Zhu Luomu tacitly kept Feng Qiyuan by his side, which ultimately saved Feng Qiyuan's life.
Zhu Luomu grabbed the cultivator surnamed Zhang from the ground and urged in a low, urgent voice.
"Let's go!"
At this moment, even though his junior brother's injuries were severe, especially the head which looked like a bloody gourd and seemed on the verge of death, Zhu Luomu's Divine Sense only swept over him for a moment before he immediately chose to flee for his life. He had to escape as far as possible before the Golden Core cultivator from the Cangyu Sect could react.
He knew that this time, his junior brother had thrown out all his other Magical Treasures except for his Natal Magical Treasure. He no longer had the strength to launch such an attack again.
And in their current state, if they were to self-destruct their Natal Magical Treasures, the enemy would be prepared, and their chances would be extremely slim. They would also completely lose all ability to resist.
The cultivator surnamed Zhang's will was also extremely resolute. Although his mind was a bit hazy, he still held his junior sister tightly and was subconsciously pulled forward by Zhu Luomu.
But just as they had staggered forward for about twenty zhang, Zhu Luomu's face changed drastically again. A voice, as cold as if it had come from the Nine Serenities Underworld, sounded from behind.
"Good, very good. I was only going to kill you with one strike, but now I will extract your souls and refine your spirits. The nearest teleportation channel is six li away. Do you really think you can escape? Then pray for the blessings of your ancestors. But even if they all came, they... cannot... stop me from taking your lives. They... cannot... stop... me!"
In a huge pit seventy zhang wide and over two hundred zhang deep behind them, Yu Rong's clothes were in tatters, and faint smoke rose from her body. She was rapidly ascending from the deep pit.
Her blood-stained face had become ferocious, her two long whiskers twitching violently. She ground her teeth, squeezing out each word.
With every sentence she spoke, streams of blood flowed from between her teeth.
This time, she was seriously injured, and by a low-level cultivator at that. Sang Dongxing's death had already driven her half-mad, and this had now thoroughly enraged her.
The anger in her chest felt like it would explode, the only way to vent this monstrous malice.
She held several bottles of medicinal pills in one hand. As soon as her voice fell, she had already poured all the pills from the bottles into her mouth. Her originally wilting aura began to climb steadily in an instant.
Yu Rong had obtained the Jade Slip from the people she had killed earlier. Moreover, she had used a soul-searching art to find out the use of the Jade Slip, so she was crystal clear about what Zhu Luomu and the others were trying to do.
On the other side, Zhu Luomu didn't dare to retort. The Spirit Power in his body poured into his legs as if it were free, and he sped away, skimming the ground.
But after only about ten breaths, large beads of sweat rolled down Zhu Luomu's forehead like a waterfall. After swallowing the pills, Yu Rong had only used less than five breaths to regulate her breathing before catching up again.
And this time, Yu Rong's speed was even more astonishing. From a great distance, her killing intent rolled in like a furious tide, pressing down on Zhu Luomu and making his blood churn.
It only took Yu Rong a few breaths to catch up to Zhu Luomu and the others. But at this moment, the veins on Yu Rong's forehead were bulging, and she clearly didn't look relaxed.
This was a mountainous area, and she couldn't maintain her top speed while sticking close to the ground. From time to time, a large boulder would appear, or the road would begin to wind and turn.
But in order to catch up to the enemy as quickly as possible, she took a straight path. In this situation, she had to constantly rise and fall as she flew close to the ground, even performing mid-air shifts to dodge the sudden appearance of boulders and mounds.
But with each aerial leap, the restriction above would flare up and suppress her. The more frequently and higher she leaped, the more it affected the surrounding restrictions, causing them to ripple and activate, increasing the suppressive force on her.
But she just grit her teeth, fighting against the restriction in the air again and again, flying over one patch of rock and weeds after another.
"Senior Brother, you take Junior Sister and go. I... I'll detonate my Magical Treasure again and see how much this old hag can recover!"
The cultivator surnamed Zhang's body was becoming weaker and weaker. Although he had swallowed medicinal pills while running, it wasn't enough to quickly replenish his massive blood loss.
At this moment, his face was deathly pale, and his steps had already begun to feel unsteady. He bit his lip and suddenly spoke to Zhu Luomu.
Zhu Luomu was panting heavily. Hearing this, he looked at his junior brother, and after a slight pause, he shook his head and quickly sent a voice transmission.
"Junior Brother, that vicious hag is already on guard. It's pointless..."
Zhu Luomu paused, his tone becoming extremely severe.
"If we can escape this time, Junior Brother, you must not be so naive in the future. Of course, it is excellent to have such feelings for Junior Sister, but you must not give your heart and life so easily to others. You must remember this. This is an order from your senior brother. You must remember it and not disobey, or you will be expelled from the sect. With your disposition, you will surely become a great artifact refining master in the future, or even a grandmaster. You take Junior Sister and the others and escape quickly. I have an attack Jade Talisman that Master gave me long ago. It can unleash a blow equivalent to the full-power strike of at least three Pseudo-Core Realm cultivators. The enemy is already heavily injured, and this will surely injure her further. I will come find you later!"
A wave of sorrow rose in Zhu Luomu's heart. Since their master had left, his lineage had been like children without parents.
Looking at his junior brother's simple and honest eyes, for a moment he saw the simple boy from the past, who would follow behind him every day calling him "Senior Brother."
He was clumsy with words and could only plead so pitifully, hoping that he would act in their master's stead and teach him more cultivation methods.
As sorrow filled Zhu Luomu's heart, a flash of ruthlessness crossed his mind. He had no so-called attack Jade Talisman from his master.
If they continued to run like this, everyone would die here. The enemy also knew the location of their nearest teleportation channel. Thus, Zhu Luomu decided to self-destruct his Natal Magical Treasure and his body.
At this moment, looking at his blood-soaked junior brother and his unconscious junior sister, the disposition of the eldest senior brother from many years ago suddenly returned to him.
"Senior Brother, let me..."
"Shut up! You take Junior Sister and go! Have your wings grown so hard now that you no longer listen to your senior brother?"
Zhu Luomu's voice transmission was stern. A trace of struggle appeared on the cultivator surnamed Zhang's face, but seeing Zhu Luomu's exceptionally cold expression, his heart trembled.
He hadn't seen his eldest senior brother this angry in many years. The feeling was both familiar and heart-stopping. The cultivator surnamed Zhang could only nod heavily.
He then shifted his gaze to the few disciples being carried by Zhu Luomu's Spirit Power. Their entire exchange had been done via voice transmission, lasting less than a breath.
Seeing his junior brother's gaze fall on the disciples, Zhu Luomu knew what he wanted to do. But at this moment, the chances of the cultivator surnamed Zhang escaping with their junior sister were less than twenty percent.
Although large beads of sweat were constantly rolling down Zhu Luomu's forehead, his expression was extremely cold. This time, he did not use voice transmission, but simply shouted in a low voice.
"This is it. You go first, I'll be right behind you with them!"
After speaking, a brilliant light erupted from his free hand. Then, an immense force was generated out of thin air, wrapping around the cultivator surnamed Zhang. He then let out a sharp breath.
"Go!"
Amidst the shocked expressions of the cultivator surnamed Zhang and the other disciples, he and the female cultivator were carried forward by a great force, flying swiftly away.
In order to avoid the tall mountain rocks on all sides, Zhu Luomu had to throw them upward with all his might. In the blink of an eye, the two had flown nearly three hundred zhang.
After this entanglement and send-off, Zhu Luomu's aura became even more chaotic.
His own body was even pushed back several zhang by the force of the restriction from the air, amidst the cries of Feng Qiyuan and the others.
The spiritual light around Zhu Luomu flickered continuously before he finally stabilized his body, but his expression appeared even more fatigued. In that seemingly simple flick and throw, he had used all his magic power.
In the past, this one move could have sent the two of them ten li away, but now it had only covered three hundred zhang. The difference was like heaven and earth.
But this was all Zhu Luomu could do.
Feng Qiyuan and the other disciples were all sharp-minded. They immediately understood the situation they were about to face.
Zhu Luomu also released the Spirit Power that was wrapped around them.
"You should quickly go after your Martial Uncle Zhang. He is seriously injured, and this is all I can do to help him. I will hold off the pursuer. You are all the most outstanding disciples of our Falling Star Valley and must not perish here. Go!"
Looking at these pale-faced disciples, Zhu Luomu also thought of Feng Tao. Even if she were here, he would have done the same.
His own martial nephew, Feng Qiyuan, was also here, but saving his master came first.