God Destroying Pearl

Not long after, Song Yun finally stood at the edge of the mountain range. The view in front of him suddenly opened up, and a vast expanse of land and sky beyond the distant mountains came into view.

He took a deep breath, ready to speed up to cross this last barrier and completely leave the dangerous Sunset Mountains.

However, just as he was about to take the decisive step, an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart, like cold water poured over his head, instantly sobering him up.

The feeling was so strong and real that he had no time to hesitate.

So, Song Yun quickly mobilized the spiritual power in his body, flicked his fingertips, and the power of space instantly condensed around him. Then, he flashed and performed the art of space teleportation, retreating backwards at an indescribable speed.

Almost at the same time as his figure disappeared, the sky suddenly changed, and a hot breath blew towards him.

Immediately afterwards, a huge flaming palm cut through the sky, carrying destructive power, and slammed heavily on the place where Song Yun had originally stood.

The ground shook violently under the bombardment of the palm of fire, as if it was about to be torn apart, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted and blurred by the high temperature.

When everything settled down, Song Yun was already standing steadily nearly two hundred meters away, his eyes fixed on the direction where the flaming palm was falling.

An old man dressed in the clothes of the Fiery Flame Sect walked out slowly. His clothes rustled and flames surrounded him, making him look like a god of war walking out of a sea of ​​fire.

The old man's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring straight at Song Yun, as if he wanted to see through everything about him.

"A powerful Jindan stage expert!" Song Yun exclaimed in his heart.

Facing this sudden strong man, although Song Yun's heart was surging, he remained calm and composed on the surface.

After a brief hesitation, a look of determination flashed in Song Yun's eyes.

He knew very well that it was not wise to confront this old man from the Fiery Flame Sect who had unfathomable cultivation.

So he made the decision without hesitation - escape!

As his mind moved, the spiritual power in Song Yun's body surged. He continuously used the technique of space teleportation, and his figure shuttled through the space like a ghost, leaving behind a trail of afterimages, and continued to move away from the old man.

Every teleportation is an extreme display of his desire for survival and a challenge to the speed limit.

However, even though Song Yun had tried his best, the speed of the old man from the Liehuo Sect was even more astonishing.

He seemed to be able to see through Song Yun's every move, and was always able to adjust his pursuit route in the shortest time and keep a close eye on Song Yun.

The old man's voice echoed in the air, with a hint of teasing and disdain: "Boy, you really made it hard for me to find you. Since the younger generation can't kill you, I have to do it myself. How can I let you get away?"

While fleeing, Song Yun took the time to glance back and saw that the old man was as fast as lightning, and his speed was beyond imagination.

He secretly marveled in his heart: "What a fast speed! The gap between the early stage of foundation building and the golden elixir stage is indeed as difficult to overcome as a natural chasm."

At this moment, Song Yun deeply felt the despair and powerlessness brought about by the gap in cultivation.

But he also understood that he could not give up and must try every possible way to escape the old man's pursuit.

So, Song Yun continued to use the technique of space teleportation, while at the same time quickly thinking of countermeasures in his mind.

Faced with the old man's relentless advance, Song Yun was frightened but remained calm. He took a deep breath and tried to distract the old man with words.

"Senior, as a senior, you don't follow the rules and attack the juniors. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by your peers? Moreover, my sect has many elders and they are very powerful. Aren't you afraid that the elders of my sect will find out about this and seek justice for me?"

However, after hearing this, the old man just smiled contemptuously, and that smile was full of disdain and ridicule towards Song Yun.

"If I kill you, no one will know. In this world, strength is everything. If your so-called elders are really capable, how could they allow a junior like you to venture out alone? As for the rules, they are just shackles used by the weak to restrain the strong."

After saying this, the old man said no more, but suddenly stretched out his body and used his signature skill - the Fiery Fist - at Song Yun from a distance.

The old man clenched his fists, flames surrounded his body, and a violent spiritual power surged out of his body, condensing into a huge spiritual fist shadow, which whizzed towards Song Yun with destructive power.

Seeing this, Song Yun's face changed drastically. He quickly mobilized the spiritual power in his body and dodged quickly, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

However, the old man's strength was far above his, and the speed and power of the spiritual fist shadow were beyond his imagination.

Although he tried his best to dodge, he was eventually injured by the aftermath of the fist shadow. He felt a tightness in his chest and a strong impact made him unable to stand. He flew backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and spit out blood.

At this moment, Song Yun felt unprecedented despair and powerlessness.

He knew very well that with his current strength, he could not compete with the old man.

But even so, he did not give up the idea of ​​resisting.

He struggled to get up from the ground, with an unyielding light in his eyes, ready to meet the old man's next attack.