My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

This figure, like a leech on the tarsal bone, made Zong Minglie feel fear from the bottom of his heart, as if the shadow of death that he could not get rid of was looming behind him.

"Why, you have no more cards?"

The figure behind him was Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing put his hands behind his back and followed Zong Minglie leisurely.

He always maintained the same distance behind Zong Minglie. Even if Zong Minglie used all his strength, the distance did not increase at all.

"If you don't have any more cards, it's the end."

Zong Minglie gritted his teeth and roared, "It's not that easy to kill me, Zong Minglie."

As he spoke, Zong Minglie actually threw out a handful of talismans, each of which was as powerful as the previous one.

Zong Daotian loved his son dearly, and would make new talismans almost every once in a while to use as a trump card for Zong Minglie.

But with Zong Minglie's identity, how many dangers could he encounter in the Eastern Region?

He had no idea how many talismans he had accumulated over the years, but usually no one could help him use them.

Facing Zhong Qing at this moment, he didn't care much and just blurted it out.

Boom!

The deafening explosion filled the entire sky.

A large number of talismans equivalent to the attack of a peak master in the Sun Profound Realm exploded at the same time, the power was astonishing.

If it hits the ground, it would be enough to evaporate a mountain.

Even the masters of the Earth Profound Realm and the ancestors of the major holy places probably cannot ignore this matter lightly.

A glimmer of hope arose in Zong Minglie's heart. He didn't expect to kill Zhong Qing directly, but as long as he could injure or hinder the opponent, he could take the opportunity to escape.

But the hope that had just arisen in his mind immediately turned into despair. Amidst the impact of the explosion, Zhong Qing's figure walked out slowly.

Still maintaining the same distance from him, and the corner of his clothes was not even damaged in the slightest.

Zong Minglie screamed and turned to run away again.

While running, he waved around countless magical instruments and props such as talismans and jade charms as if they were free.

Some are used for attack, some are for protection and life-saving, and some are for escape techniques.

Each one is extraordinary and quite rare even in the Sun Profound Realm.

It can be seen that Zong Minglie's background as the young master of Wuya Mountain is truly terrifying.

Even if he himself has only the cultivation base of the Moon Profound Realm, relying on these trump cards alone is enough to run rampant in the Sun Profound Realm.

But at this moment, Zong Minglie threw them out in piles like garbage, just to increase their chances of survival.

However, every time he played his trump card, Zong Minglie felt more despair in his heart.

No matter what kind of attack it was, when it landed on Zhong Qing, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without even a splash of water.

At the beginning, Zhong Qing would occasionally shoo away the attacks, but later he was too lazy to do anything and just let the attacks hit him, without even the strength to make him move his eyelids.

Zhong Qing didn't even need to take any action to shatter the protective defenses that covered Zong Minglie. Just a glance was enough to break them.

What Zong Minglie placed his greatest hope on were methods of escape.

But no matter whether it is the Five Elements Escape Technique or transforming into a stream of light.

Every time he used his trump card to escape and looked back, he would find that Zhong Qing was still not far away, maintaining the original distance, hanging behind him.

It's just like a real shadow. How can a person escape from his own shadow?

The two of them, one chasing and the other fleeing, had already escaped nearly ten thousand miles.

But Zong Minglie saw no hope of escape at all.

"Where on earth did this old monster come from?"

Zong Minglie finally broke down.

In his opinion, Zhong Qing was definitely an old weirdo who had lived for who knows how many years and was playing tricks on him.

The strong shadow of death loomed in his heart, eroding Zong Minglie's consciousness and almost driving him crazy.