Chapter 862: Qingli County

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Half-Saint Yuanlong looked far away in the direction of the Grasslands from the corner of his eye. Zhao Shengyu’s threat did not bother him at all.

Without sufficient evidence, the ministry could not do anything with him.

But he needed to find out Zhang Ruochen had snuck in.

Boom!

Outside the city, there was a massive explosion, and the ground shuddered beneath it.

Right before the explosion, Zhao Shengyu aimed a crescent shaped saint weapon thrust towards Zhang Ruochen, but it was parried by the Abyss Ancient Sword. Zhang Ruochen performed Sword Two and casted a shield to defend himself against the incoming object coming from afar.

The clouds above moved away to show a clear blue sky.

“That was incredible.”

Zhang Ruochen was thrown a few miles further. He felt an incredible pain, as if all of his organs were detached from his body.

Fortunately, the attack had been launched from a hundred miles away, Zhang Ruochen could still take the hit. If it was any closer, that one strike would have taken him down.

Zhang Ruochen held back the Abyss Ancient Sword. Rather than fighting Zhao Shengyu, he chose to escape.

With the help of Luan Phoenix Deity Print, he was far ahead of Zhao Shengyu. Rather than ditching him completely, he started circling the Grasslands.

After many attempts, Zhang Ruochen concluded:

One, Zhao Shengyu had a tracking device that could locate him from afar.

Two, that device could locate him up to a distance of a thousand miles.

That said, as long as he could keep a distance of at least a thousand miles away from Zhang Shengyu, he would never be found.

Thereafter, Zhang Ruochen set a new route and left the Grasslands.

After losing Zhang Ruochen, Zhao Shengyu searched high and low for two consecutive days. At last, he figured that Zhang Ruochen had already left the Grasslands.

“Damn you, Zhang Ruochen! How dare you trick me! If you ever fall in my hands again, I will make sure you suffer!” Zhao Shengyu said through gritted teeth.

The lead of the Ultimate Four, Zhao Gongming, found Zhao Shengyu in the Grasslands. He reported, “My Lord, Young Master Wan has arrived at the base.”

“Young Master Wan is here already?” Zhao Shengyu’s face darkened.

Young Master Wan was essentially Wan Zhao Yi.

Although Wan Zhaoyi was close to a hundred years old, he was extraordinarily talented and was blessed with age-defying looks. Therefore, everyone in the Wan family addressed him as ‘Young Master Wan.’

The military camp base of the werewolf forces was built among a ridge of hills, situated at the border of the Grasslands. Row upon row of military tents could be seen, stretching up to 300 miles wide.

In the center of the camp base, there was a luxurious mansion meant for the Werewolf King of the North.

Wan Zhaoyi was casually sitting on a golden throne, wearing Blue Dragon Armor. His appearance was similar to a gentleman in his 20s, but he had such a majestic aura around him.

He was at the top of the Five Heroes List. Even Zhao Shengyu had to keep his head bowed and dared not look straight at him.

After listening to Zhao Shengyu’s explanation, Wan Zhaoyi did not reprimand him. Instead, he smiled and said, “I have met Zhang Ruochen. He was one of the few top talents of Kunlun’s field of this century. Previously, Wan Ji failed to capture him, even with 30,000 elite soldiers of the Leopard clan. It was expected that you would not succeed either.”

Zhao Shengyu heaved a sigh of relief, feeling less nervous now.

Wan Zhaoyi was known to be a tough and dominating military leader, but was never ruthless towards his militants. His charismatic dominance attributed to the numerous voluntary militants he had under his command.