Chapter 45

"You saved me?" Zhang Haotian looked at Zi Chen.

"You saved yourself," Zi Chen said indifferently.

Zhang Haotian looked at the wounds on his body and the traces of spiritual medicine. He said in a low voice, "Thank you. I owe you my life."

The cold youth was no longer cold.

"No need to thank me. My name is Zi Chen, a disciple of the Nimbus Martial Ancestor. The reason you were able to survive was because your willpower and physique far exceeded that of ordinary people." Zi Chen smiled indifferently.

Zhang Haotian's injuries were very serious, but he was able to wake up in just two days. His physique was definitely good.

"Zhang Haotian, Zhan Martial Ancestor." Zhang Haotian said, "In short, I owe you my life."

"Can you still walk? It's been two days. The pursuers should be here soon." Zi Chen didn't want to be entangled in this matter and changed the topic.

Zhang Haotian had already stood up and stretched his body. He said, "No problem."

A trace of surprise appeared in Zi Chen's eyes. Zhang Haotian's physique was really not ordinary. He nodded. "Then let's go."

Less than an hour after the two of them left, four silhouettes flew towards them at high speed. They had arrived at the place where Zi Chen had been.

"We were a step too late. They've already left," the leading youth said coldly.

"After them. We must complete senior apprentice-brother Ling Chen's orders." Another youth said.

The others nodded and chased after them.

As their true qi surged, the strength of the four people was revealed. They were all at the tenth layer of true qi.

Zhang Haotian's injuries hadn't healed yet. After walking for a few dozen li, he couldn't take it anymore.

"You should go. I'm afraid I can't take it anymore."

Zhang Haotian leaned against a tree and panted heavily. The healed wounds all over his body were showing signs of rupturing again. Blood flowed out from the wounds.

"You didn't die from your injuries before. How far are you now?" Zi Chen smiled and bowed. "Let's go. I'll carry you."

Zhang Haotian hesitated for a moment, then said gratefully, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Why did you save me?"

"When I see injustice on the road, I draw my sword to help."

Zi Chen smiled. "Of course, there's one more thing. Our fates are very similar. People from my sect are hunting me down, and you're also being hunted down by people from your sect.

With the same fate and the same experience, we can be considered close friends. "

"Confidant." Zhang Haotian was startled. Obviously, this word had affected him greatly.

Zi Chen's stamina was very good. While running with a person on his back, his face wasn't red and he wasn't out of breath. His speed didn't decrease at all as he walked through the forest.

However, with Zhang Hao Tian's heavily injured body, he really couldn't endure the long period of jolting. Not long after, his face turned pale and blood flowed out from his wounds, but he didn't even make a sound.

"Are you okay?" Zi Chen asked.

"No problem." Zhang Haotian gritted his teeth.

"This guy is really tenacious."

Zi Chen thought to himself as he sped up again. However, considering Zhang Haotian's injuries, Zi Chen slowed down slightly.

Two hours later, Zi Chen was completely exhausted. Zhang Haotian on his back couldn't hold on any longer, so they could only stop and rest.

"I'll go get some spirit medicine. Your wounds are bleeding again." Zi Chen said and turned to leave.

However, at this time, four figures walked out from the forest.

These four people were all dressed in black. Their expressions were cold, and their eyes were filled with killing intent. Their gazes were fixed on Zi Chen.

These four people were complete strangers. Zi Chen frowned as he looked at them. At the same time, the aura around him began to surge as he became alert.

"It's you, Zheng Hua!" At this time, Zhang Haotian's pupils shrank as he cried out in alarm.

"We've been chasing you for several hours. Fortunately, we finally arrived. It seems that we came at the right time. One of us is heavily injured, and the other is exhausted."

The leading youth was Zheng Hua, an inner disciple of the Martial Ancestor. After seeing the two people, he couldn't help but sneer, as if the two of them were already turtles in a jar.

"It seems that this is the will of the heavens. The heavens want them to die." Another thin youth said coldly.

The four people were closing in.

"While there's still time, you should leave. I'm sorry, I dragged you into this." Zhang Haotian blamed himself.

"What are you saying? They're not only coming for you, they're also coming to kill me." Zi Chen stepped forward and supported Zhang Haotian, letting him lean against a tree.

"I don't have the strength to fight anymore. The four of them are all at the tenth layer of true qi. You're not their match, so why throw away your life?" Zhang Haotian said angrily.

"This isn't throwing away my life." Zi Chen's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Even if I do, I'll take a few people with me."

"You …!"

Zhang Haotian wanted to say something, but he found that his throat was choked. He couldn't say anything. An indescribable emotion appeared from the bottom of his heart, and his cold eyes seemed to be moist.

At this moment, looking at Zi Chen's not-so-tall back, Zhang Haotian seemed to understand the meaning of brothers.

"Shameless boasting. Today is the day you die." Zheng Hua slowly closed in, and his true qi at the tenth layer was already surging.

"Zi Chen, you should leave. I, Zhang Haotian, recognize you as my brother, but I don't want to drag you into this." Zhang Haotian choked with sobs. Zi Chen's back had moved him too much.

"Hehe, now I can't leave even if I want to, so you better pray that I can win.

Otherwise, we're really going to die today. "Zi Chen smiled faintly. His eyes were calm, and the black sword in his hand emitted an oppressive cold light.

"This is Ling Fei's sword, right? Good boy, you have some courage, but you still have to die."

As his voice fell, Zheng Hua's figure flashed, and he flew towards Zi Chen. A cold light flashed in front of Zi Chen's eyes.

Flowing Light Sword Technique!

Black light flickered, and the black sword was like a flowing light blocking the cold light, making a clanging sound. The two weapons clashed, and other than the sound of metal clashing, there were also sparks.

Under the attack, Zi Chen took a step back. The two attacks exploded in front of him, and the surging energy rushed towards Zi Chen.

Zi Chen didn't move, and let the energy rush towards him. He resisted the energy because Zhang Haotian was behind him.

"Good boy, you're still fine. Looks like I underestimated you."

Zheng Hua sneered. Zi Chen's strong body blocked all the energy waves.

"Hmph, I've never thought highly of you. If we fought one on one, I would definitely be able to take your head within three moves." Zi Chen sneered.

"Is that so?"

Zheng Hua's eyes had a trace of ridicule, and he said, "But unfortunately, you'll never have the chance to fight one on one with me."

Another round of attacks appeared. Four tenth layer true qi existences launched fierce attacks towards Zi Chen.

Flowing Light Sword!

Fusion Battle Technique!

Thunderbolt Finger!

Zi Chen didn't want to be outdone. In an instant, he used his strongest move. The sword flashed, the tiger roared, and the thunder wreaked havoc. Sounds of explosions rang out in the forest.

"Pu!"

After a round of attacks, Zi Chen vomited blood and took a step back. His strength was completely exhausted. His forehead was full of sweat, and his clothes were soaked. On the other hand, the four opponents were calm and composed. They didn't use much strength, but there was a trace of surprise in their eyes.

Zi Chen's strength was far beyond their imagination. Even if he had been running all the way, he still blocked two waves of attacks.

At the same time, they were glad that they didn't meet the two at their peak.

"Huff, huff." Zi Chen began to gasp for breath. His breathing was like the sound of a bellows, very rough and heavy.

At the same time, Zi Chen's heart began to beat violently because of the large consumption.

"Boy, let's see how long you can last. How many times can you block our attacks?" Zheng Hua said coldly. "Attack again."

The four of them attacked again.

But in an instant, Zi Chen's breathing grew weak. A tyrannical aura appeared from his body. After reaching the limit of his consumption, his heart was once again replenished.

"No." Under Zhang Haotian's moist eyes, Zi Chen used defense as offense and charged at the four.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Silent collisions rang out one after another. Thunderous explosions rang out incessantly, and the humming of swords and sabers resounded throughout the forest.

Blood sprayed everywhere. Angry roars rang out one after another. Zi Chen fought fiercely against the four tenth layer true qi existences.

"Pu."

Saber light flashed, opening a wound on Zi Chen's body. At the same time, the black sword in Zi Chen's hand flashed, piercing his opponent's shoulder armor.

"Boom!"

A fist struck Zi Chen's chest, but in return, a thunderous boom rang out from his opponent's chest. Relying on the body of a ninth-level wildbeast, Zi Chen only attacked and did not defend. He was trading life for life, trading injury for injury. If he took a saber strike, he would return a sword strike.

Such a desperate fighting style was even more ruthless than the Daredevil Third Brother. In the blink of an eye, the four tenth layer true qi existences were cowering in fear, and were at a disadvantage.

"No!"

Zhang Haotian was extremely vexed. Zi Chen was a genius, a true genius. If he really died here, Zhang Haotian would regret it for several lifetimes. But even though he wanted to help, he didn't have the strength. He didn't even have the strength to rise to his feet.

He could only watch as Zi Chen's body was covered with wounds and blood. Tears flowed down his cheeks. Zhang Haotian, who had always been cold and emotionless, was actually crying.

"Peng!"

After a loud explosion, the battle once again broke apart. Zi Chen retreated several steps, blocking Zhang Haotian's path with his battered body. His face was covered in blood and his clothes were in tatters. He was in a very sorry state, but his eyes were still bright and calm.

But when he looked at the other four, he saw that their faces were gloomy, and their eyes were filled with shock.

"Good boy, I underestimated you."

Zheng Hua fiercely wiped away the blood on his face, only to see that there was a sword wound on his face. After he had stabbed Zi Chen in the heart, Zi Chen had counterattacked, almost cutting off half of Zheng Hua's face.

"Kill him. If this kid doesn't die today, we'll be the ones to die when we meet him in the future. Even if we're seriously injured, we have to kill him." Another youth, whose shoulder armor had been pierced, coldly said.

"Come." Zi Chen, black sword in hand, once again charged into the crowd.

Sword light flickered once again.

Zi Chen began to fight as if his life depended on it. However, no one noticed that after a few breaths of time, the wounds on Zi Chen's body actually stopped bleeding. Furthermore, the wounds showed signs of healing.

Only a life and death battle could temper oneself.

"Flowing Light Sword!"

"Misty Steps!"

"Thunderbolt Finger!"

Zi Chen was on the verge of death. Everything he relied on was his unique heart. The endless supply of energy allowed Zi Chen to reach his limit from one limit to another. At the same time, his comprehension of these three first-rate battle skills was improving at an unprecedented speed under the threat of death.

"Boom!"

Both sides retreated once again. This was already the fifth time Zi Chen had attacked. He himself had also reached his limit twice. The wounds on his body were too many to count. His flesh could be seen from the wounds, but there was no blood.

When the human body reached its limit, the heart could provide energy. But when one's life reached its limit, it was time to die.

Zi Chen already felt that his life was about to reach its limit.

"Kill!" But he still persevered and charged at the four people.

"This is a monster. You two go kill Zhang Haotian." Zheng Hua and the other three were finally defeated by Zi Chen's powerful attacks. They had also consumed a lot of energy.

Zheng Hua charged at Zi Chen and stabbed Zi Chen in the chest. But then, a black sword flew over, wanting to cut off his head. Helpless, Zheng Hua retreated. At the same time, another person began to fight with Zi Chen.

Two people entangled Zi Chen while the other two ran toward Zhang Haotian. By the time Zi Chen noticed, it was already too late. The two were already in front of Zhang Haotian.

The blade flashed as Zhang Haotian tried his best to dodge. He barely dodged the attack, but another punch followed, aiming for his head. At this moment, Zhang Haotian no longer had the strength to dodge. He could only watch as the fist came. In the next moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his head shattering.

"No." Before dying, Zhang Haotian heard Zi Chen's unwilling voice.

"Thank you, brother."

Zhang Haotian's heart had never been so calm, even in the face of death. Because today, Zhang Haotian had a brother.

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