Chapter 523
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Chapter 523: Not Your Home Turf
From luring Yang Letong away with bait, to possessing Zhao Kun, knocking out Qi Xiaoyu, sweeping Yang Letong away, breaking through the floor, and eliminating the remaining three members of the 007 team, his actions flowed like a stream, without a moment’s pause.
It was as if this scene had been rehearsed in his mind countless times.
With crimson eyes, Zhao Kun stood to the side, looking up at the swirling dust before him, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
“It seems you can’t catch me.”
From the dust, Han Qing emerged, her face dark and foreboding, purple-red patterns flowing across her skin, exuding a terrifying aura, as if she intended to burn down the entire building along with the “Seeker” before her.
“‘Limitless’ against ‘Limitless,’ what makes you think you can win?” Han Qing spoke coldly.
Zhao Kun chuckled lightly, raising his hand to point at his chest.
“Do you want him to die?”
Han Qing’s eyes narrowed.
“Are you threatening me?”
“That’s right, I am threatening you.” He gently lifted the brim of his hat, his crimson eye narrowing slightly. “I’ve seen it; your blade ultimately did not stain with his blood…
And this place will not be burned by your purple flames.
So, my threat has worked.”
“Put away your flames. Once I leave here, I will let him go.” He adjusted his hat and spoke calmly.
Han Qing’s grip on the knife tightened, her knuckles turning white as she fixed her gaze on Zhao Kun, the fire of anger blazing in her eyes.
After a long moment, she slowly released the hilt of the knife.
The destructive purple flames gradually extinguished.
“Next time, you will undoubtedly die.”
“Heh, I hope there is a next time.”
Zhao Kun smiled and walked leisurely to the window, just about to leap down.
At that moment, a white figure suddenly pierced through the wall, flashing directly into his body from the rooftop.
Her speed was too fast, and she made not a sound; even Han Qing, who had been closely watching Zhao Kun, couldn’t see what it was.
After being struck by the white figure, Zhao Kun’s body trembled, and he suddenly turned his head, sprinting quickly toward another window!
“How is this possible?” As he ran, the shadow of Zhao Kun that clung to him spoke in shock, “What is this thing? Why can it bypass my mental power and directly control this body? Why didn’t I foresee your appearance?”
Whoosh—!
He reached the window, pushing off hard from the ledge, leaping out!
Then, a plump figure riding a golden sword light rushed in from afar, accurately catching Zhao Kun in mid-air and lifting him up.
“Jiang Er, well done!”
He chuckled, stepping on the golden sword light, instantly piercing through the air, diving toward another construction area across the street.
Han Qing quickly ran to the window, watching the figure speeding away, a flicker of worry and a hint of expectation flashing in her eyes.
After a long while, she sighed deeply.
“I hope you can make it…”
……
Bai Li, the plump figure, piloted the “Yaoguang,” flying over the flat construction area, and Zhao Kun leaped down from the sword light.
Boom—!!!
Thick tree trunks erupted from the ground, shooting up into the sky like colossal pillars, dense branches spreading out from the trunks, intertwining in the air to form a massive wooden cage.
An ancient tree demon!
Zhao Kun landed in the center of this enormous cage, and the ghostly Jiang Er automatically ejected from his body, allowing Zhao Kun to regain control. However, at this moment, the entire cage was completely sealed, leaving no possibility of escape.
He raised his head, lifting the brim of his hat, his crimson eye scanning the surroundings, his brow furrowing tightly.
He… could see nothing.
His “Eye of Secrets” could only glimpse the past, present, and future of lifeless objects, and this wooden cage that imprisoned him was part of the ancient tree demon, not belonging to the category of inanimate objects.
Within his field of vision, there were no objects available for him to deduce the future.
This was not his home ground.
“So this is what was waiting for me…” Zhao Kun murmured to himself, then shook his head. “Unfortunately, a bunch of wood cannot trap me.”
He lightly raised his fingertips, and the fire hydrants around the road simultaneously exploded, high-pressure water streams shooting up like white dragons, converging from all directions toward this spot.
“Freeze.”
On the ground, a boy carrying a black coffin and wearing a Tang Seng mask spoke calmly.
Extreme cold erupted from him as the frost spread out, the ground shooting forth numerous icy vines that pierced into the soaring high-pressure water streams, freezing them at an astonishing speed, transforming them into ice pillars radiating frost.
The crimson light in Zhao Kun’s brow flickered; the moment he saw the water streams, he foresaw they would freeze. He reached out and grasped the fire hydrant still in the process of freezing, sending several high-pressure water blades shooting out, directly slicing toward the wooden cage around him.
This living cage gave him a sense of being blinded; the urgent task was to escape this wooden cage and return to the normal battlefield.
However, the high-pressure water blades struck the cage, producing a sound like metal clashing.
Clang—!!
After the jarring collision, the high-pressure water blades shattered explosively, failing to cut through the wooden cage at all.
Zhao Kun suddenly froze in place.
What material is this wood?
No, wait, it’s not a matter of the wood…
This is…
He seemed to realize something and looked up at the top of the cage.
There, a girl clad in a deep blue Han robe sat atop the cage, her satin-like black hair cascading naturally to her waist, the red child mask on her face seeming to smile, her palm gently pressed against the surface of the cage, emanating a faint glow.
[Immortal].
The moment Zhao Kun saw this figure, his eyes suddenly contracted.
“Today, you cannot escape.”
A voice drifted from within the cage.
Zhao Kun turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, only to see a figure wearing a Sun Wukong mask standing at the very center of the wooden cage, having appeared there without him noticing.
He was shrouded in darkness, his hands empty, carrying no weapons, his aura deep and eerie.
Zhao Kun stared at the Sun Wukong mask for a long time, the crimson light between his brows flickering as if he were watching a movie, capturing fragments of the mask’s past to glimpse the boy’s face behind it.
“So it’s you.” Zhao Kun recognized Lin Qiye’s appearance, a slight smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
“I finally… found you.”
