"Puff…"

The dagger was stabbed deep into the big multicolored tiger's neck once more, and familiar energy gushed into Ou Yangming's body to make up for his loss.

Nonetheless, Ou Yangming's face changed abruptly just as he wanted to pull out the dagger.

His Dantian Qi boiled and surged down like a flood; no obstacle could stop it as nothing could resist the enormous impact.

Ou Yangming trembled and staggered, causing him to fall forward due to his momentum.

The Extreme Grade elder's eyes lit up as he was elated after having pursued the young fellow strenuously.

'This young fella finally can't endure any longer!'

After running for such a long time, not to mention a little Yin Grade martial artist, even a Supreme Great Ancestor could not endure the whole process.

The elder had only managed to come so far because he consumed a precious pill, or he would have been dumped halfway through.

At last, his effort was going to be proven worthy.

He had to capture Ou Yangming alive to interrogate him about every secret.

Nevertheless, the joyful look on the great ancestor's face froze as soon as it appeared. Instead of lying on the ground due to the weariness, Ou Yangming sprung up like he was mounted with springs.

The great ancestor's heart sank.

'This fella can still run?'

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Ou Yangming's eyes shone brightly as he did a kip-up1 to stand up. A strange look was seen on his face when he sensed the surging essential Qi inside his body.

His essential Qi had advanced to the next level, allowing him to break through from Yin Grade Class Three to Yin Grade Class Four.

Ou Yangming was confused. 'Can someone progress to the next martial arts state by running? This is my first time stumbling upon something like this.'

Following that, the young fellow was moved. He looked up and ahead, then he flashed a confident smile.

A glimmer was seen in his eyes as he began to look resolute.

Ou Yangming turned around slowly and turned his wrist to withdraw his spear.

By holding the spear in one hand, he prodded the spear tip forward and pointed it at the Supreme Great Ancestor, who was approaching him from far. Next, Ou Yangming lowered the spear steadily until it touched the ground.

Despite that, the spear tip was still being pointed in the same direction.

The elder was stunned, and his face took on an odd expression. He initially thought Ou Yangming would continue to take flight after he got up, so he felt like he wanted to give up again.

Who knew, not only did the young fellow not flee, but he also got into a stance to fight the great ancestor in a life-or-death battle.

This time, the elder was in disbelief.

'Do pies actually fall from the sky?'

Regardless if Ou Yangming had gone mad, the great ancestor knew it was a great opportunity that could not be missed.

The elder exerted some force on the tip of his toes and increased his speed to the maximum to lunge at Ou Yangming. He was determined not to let the young fellow get away anymore.

That said, Ou Yangming extended his leg to kick his spear the moment the elder grew closer.

The spear was instantly kicked up, and it headed toward the elder's throat like a venomous snake.

Even then, the elder reached out his hand in disdain to grab the spear tip. 'How dare a firefly contend with the bright moon?'

However, the elder noticed something unusual when his palm made contact with the spear tip.

Due to his martial arts cultivation base, he could freely control every muscle in his body. Although the elder had not truly come into contact with the spear tip, he clearly sensed its absurd sharpness.

Without any hesitation, the elder yelled weirdly and forced himself to halt in mid-air. His palm, which was about to grab the spear tip, became as soft as soap while his sleeves wrapped around the weapon like flowing water.

Ou Yangming kept a straight face as if it was not his weapon that was being enveloped by the sleeves. He took a step back and clenched his right fist at once to hit the end of the spear. Consequently, the spear moved faster and underwent a slight adjustment in terms of its angle, but it was still targeted at the elder's throat.

"Whoosh…"

A shrill tearing sound from a garment was heard as the elder's sleeve was slit by the spear tip.

It was then when the elder's face seriously changed.

He knew better than anyone else that his garment was a piece of formidable equipment because it was woven with golden silk and unique wires. Under normal circumstances, only a white mark could be seen even if the garment was slashed with a saber at the peak of Fine Grade Rank Five.

Despite that, one of its sleeves was ripped by the tip of Ou Yangming's spear.

The elder was so taken aback that his feeling at that moment was indescribable.

'What spear is this?' He thought.

The spear tip slightly deviated from its original position because it was dragged across the sleeve, but it was quickly adjusted back to the right spot when Ou Yangming pulled the end of his spear.

Spear shadows were seen shrouding the area, but the spear tip was still pointing in the same direction. Like an intimate couple that always stuck together, the tip was unwilling to part from its target.

The elder flashed and swayed as he underwent numerous transformations.

He was a powerhouse who had also apprehended the integration of Heaven and man, so he could become one with nature as Ou Yangming could.

Nonetheless, the great ancestor immediately noticed that the tip of Ou Yangming's spear could always find the right direction no matter how he shifted his body. It took an instant for the elder to feel that his throat could sense the penetrating chill.

The elder sighed and moved at last, but instead of going forward, he backed away.

A Supreme Great Ancestor was forced by a Yin Grade martial artist to retreat in a head-on confrontation. If word spread, Ou Yangming would certainly become a hero of the present age.

Subsequently, Ou Yangming shook his spear, causing the many spear shadows to gather as one. He quietly put down the spear, but the spear tip was still pointed at the elder from a distance away like before.

"The Chen family's Throat-locking Spear. What's your relationship with Chen Dishou?" The elder questioned coldly.

"Senior Chen taught me a skill," Ou Yangming answered and asked calmly, "Senior, who are you? Why did you pursue me without an end?"

The elder looked at Ou Yangming with a dark face. He would not have answered if the question was raised before Ou Yangming did a move with his spear.

That being said, a strong momentum was displayed from the spear, and the fact that Ou Yangming performed the Chen family's Throat-locking Spear gained the elder's approval.

"Hmph, I'm Cheng Bingyu, and Zhang Yinli is my beloved apprentice," the elder replied coldly, "Yinli was killed by you, so I've come to avenge his death."

"I see." Ou Yangming nodded as he finally understood why the elder was so determined to catch him.

Cheng Bingyu uttered, "Young fella, what's the secret behind the Fire-absorbing Badge? I'll spare you if you tell me!"

Ou Yangming was dumbfounded. "What secret?"

He remained composed on the surface, but his heart tensed up.

It was true that the Fire-absorbing Badge contained the Devouring attribute, but the badge itself limited it from devouring flesh and blood. The wonderful function of energy-devouring through flesh and blood could only be unleashed by crushing the badge and transferring the Devouring attribute to another weapon.

'Could this be the secret that Cheng Bingyu was talking about?' Ou Yangming wondered.

"If you haven't perceived the Fire-absorbing Badge's secret, how could you have performed the Blood Flight Technique?" Cheng Bingyu roared, and his voice resounded through Heaven and Earth.

On the other hand, Ou Yangming was puzzled. "What does the Blood Flight Technique have to do with the Fire-absorbing Badge?"

Cheng Bingyu looked with his bright eyes at Ou Yangming, but he could not see anything unusual. Even so, he sensed that something was off.

However, the great ancestor cast away his thought immediately. 'I'll just capture him first.'

Just as he was about to make a move, Ou Yangming suddenly turned around and walked. The spear tip never left the ground, and it was still pointed at the elder from far.

Cheng Bingyu sneered and said to himself, 'The Chen family's Back Spear Thrust? He's being overconfident.'

Earlier on, the elder was only forced to retreat because he was not prepared. This time, not only did Cheng Bingyu see through his opponent's spear technique background, but he was also aware of the spear's sharpness, so he was no longer afraid of it.

Cheng Bingyu spread out his hands but felt a cooling sensation on his arms; he finally remembered that his precious garment was torn.

The elder was embarrassed and furious. If he could not take down the young fellow, how would he have the face to meet his friends in the future?

He fixed his gaze on the spear and ran swiftly toward it. The instant his body was close to the weapon, it was lifted and prodded at him.

Cheng Bingyu laughed out loud and turned to move backward.

The greatest momentum of the Back Spear Thrust was the spear would not be withdrawn once it was being thrust. As long as the elder evaded the attack, Ou Yangming would not be able to resist further attacks like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Having said that, the proud look in Cheng Bingyu's eyes suddenly changed into a look of fear.

He backed away as much as he could, but the frightening spear tip grew bigger in his view instead of getting smaller.

In fact, the spear tip's reflection could also be seen in his eyes.

Cheng Bingyu's essence, energy, and spirit rose all of a sudden to the peak. He shrugged his right shoulder a little, launching a black item at the spear tip in a flash.

"Pow…" The item instantly ruptured, but the delay allowed Cheng Bingyu to turn his neck, where he avoided the killing move.

When he landed on the ground, he looked at his opponent with lingering fear.

Ou Yangming was seen taking a stride forward to catch the spear steadily.

He had done the Back Spear Thrust, but he did it to the extreme such that he threw the entire spear out.

Cheng Bingyu felt a warm and sticky liquid when he touched his neck. He remarked while he stared at Ou Yangming, "Nice, that was a killing Back Spear Thrust!"

Ou Yangming sighed and commented, "What a pity."

"It's indeed a pity that you weren't able to kill me. You're doomed!" Cheng Bingyu responded.

"You're wrong—it's a pity that you don't have the chance to kill me anymore." Ou Yangming shook his head.

Cheng Bingyu was slightly startled, and he slowly turned to look when he sensed something.

Behind him, a yellow figure appeared out of nowhere and was approaching them at the speed of light.

An acrobatic move where a person transitions from a supine or a prone position, which is less common, to a standing position