Chapter 012: Pursuit and Kill

"Keeping you alive is a disaster." Looking at Yang Tian's bloodshot eyes, Wang Xing's heart suddenly leaped, then he signaled to the guard beside him and said harshly, "It doesn't matter if it's true or not; what matters is that you die today."

Swish!

As his words fell, the five guards beside him flickered, their blood and qi surging, all locking onto Yang Tian, and at the same time, they dashed forward.

"Want to kill me? Let's see if you have the skill." Facing the five figures attacking simultaneously, Yang Tian flickered and dove into the surrounding jungle, leaving behind a cold laugh.

"Such speed." Missing the strike, the leading guard's face changed drastically. In just one year, daring to venture alone into the Beast Mountain Range meant his cultivation was certainly not weaker than theirs.

"What a strange kid. Give him a few more years, and he might break through to the martial artist realm." Seeing Yang Tian's speed, a hint of surprise flashed in Wang Xing's eyes, then a venomous killing intent seeped out from within him.

Since childhood, his father had taught him to eliminate all future troubles when killing, and Yang Tian's talent frightened him. In just over a year, he had reached such heights; Wang Xing dared not imagine Yang Tian breaking through to the martial artist realm in the future.

"What are you standing there for? Chase him! We must catch that little bastard." Wang Xing suddenly roared and dashed toward where Yang Tian had disappeared. Several figures followed closely behind.

In the mountain forest, Yang Tian's running speed surged to the limit. He had trained in this area for a month, so he was extremely familiar with the terrain. As he ran, the anger in his heart burned.

"If anything happens to my foster father, your Star Martial Arts Hall won't even be worthy of paying with your lives!" Sensing the dangerous aura behind him dissipate, Yang Tian hid in a cave and forced himself to calm down.

"What does the Dragon Star Martial Arts Hall have that would make them go to such lengths? Why hasn't my foster father mentioned it?" After thinking for a while, Yang Tian fell into deep confusion.

In the silence, hurried footsteps exploded. Yang Tian's heart tightened. He pressed his hand on the ground, pushed hard, and silently moved to the cave entrance, looking out through a crack.

"Damn it, that kid runs faster than a rabbit." A big man behind him gasped and cursed.

Wang Xing's gloomy eyes scanned the surrounding forest. He frowned and said, "Ali, go back and inform my father to have people watch the intersections. We must catch Yang Tian, or Lin Yuan won't speak even if beaten to death."

"Yes, young master." The man called Ali nodded, then flickered and dashed toward the periphery.

"We'll split up. You four form two groups and search east and west. We must find that little bastard Yang Tian. Remember, take him alive!" With a cold glare ahead, Wang Xing dashed forward.

"Bastard!" Yang Tian stepped out slowly, his gaze fixed on where Wang Xing had disappeared. An icy, piercing killing intent burst forth, freezing the entire area.

"Since you want me dead, let's see who dies first." Yang Tian's eyes were cold, killing intent surging on his slightly immature face. Then he flickered and dashed eastward.

In the dense forest, a breeze swept through, stirring up green waves, and occasionally a smell of blood drifted by. Compared to a month ago, there were far fewer beasts in the Beast Mountain Range, thanks to the dragon-shaped jade pendant within Yang Tian.

The setting sun was like fire. The brief tranquility of the mountain forest was soon broken by hurried footsteps. A disheveled figure dashed from afar, frantically pushing aside the branches blocking his way.

On his body, several shocking bloody holes were oozing blood, and his face was covered with dense scratches, clearly from branches while fleeing.

But that didn't slow his escape. The lingering terror on his face gradually faded. After running several more miles, a hint of relief after surviving a disaster appeared on his face.

Sensing no footsteps behind him, the red-faced man sat down heavily. At that moment, he took several deep breaths, and the shocking wounds on his body spurted blood again.

"That little bastard can really chase. When I get back and gather my men, I'll break every bone in his body." Staring at the three fatal bloody holes, the red-faced man's voice was filled with venomous resentment, but amidst the hatred, the joy of survival somewhat diluted the gloom.

"Heh, keep running?"

A mocking voice slowly sounded. The red-faced man was momentarily stunned, then the joy on his face suddenly froze, instantly replaced by fear. In terror, he dashed outward.

But the next moment, the man's body abruptly stopped. His horrified eyes saw his feet leave the ground, and at the same time, another shocking fist mark appeared on his thigh.

"Ah——"

A heart-rending howl echoed deep within the mountain range. Yang Tian cast an indifferent glance at the red-faced man's狰狞 face and said with a faint smile, "If you don't want to die, tell me about the Dragon Star Martial Arts Hall."

"Haha——" Hearing this, the red-faced man suddenly roared, "You think I'm a coward? If you've got the guts, kill me. I'd rather die than tell you."

"Fine, so you're a tough one." With a grim smile, Yang Tian licked the corner of his mouth, then, holding the red-faced man with one hand, he dashed forward.

"What are you going to do?" A sudden sense of foreboding rose in his heart, and the fear in his eyes deepened.

"Heh, you'll find out soon enough. I want to see just how tough you really are." With a cold laugh, Yang Tian carried the red-faced man to the edge of a dark cave.

Outside the cave, several young saber-toothed tigers lay sleeping on the ground. In front of them was a pile of beast carcasses and human bones, along with a few blood-drenched corpses. A fierce, brutal aura immediately assaulted them.

"You... you..." The red-faced man stared in terror at the scene before him, his body writhing desperately. "You can't do this! We're both human! You can't!"

"I'll count to three. If I don't hear the answer I want, I'll throw you out there." Glancing at the red-faced man, Yang Tian sneered inwardly.

"One!"

Watching the sleeping saber-toothed tigers, the red-faced man's heart trembled.

"Two!"

The sound of death slowly tolled.

"Three..."

"You win." The red-faced man instantly went limp, cold sweat streaming down his back. Then he raised his head, his eyes falling on Yang Tian's youthful face. "I'll tell you, but you have to let me live."

"Fine," Yang Tian nodded.

"Wang Xing captured you to force your foster father to talk. There's a formation in the backyard of the Dragon Star Martial Arts Hall, but it requires an incantation to enter. Your foster father hasn't spoken yet."

"What's inside the formation?" Yang Tian asked, puzzled. He hadn't known about the formation in the Dragon Star Martial Arts Hall's backyard.

"I don't know... I really don't know." The red-faced man quickly shook his head, afraid Yang Tian would throw him out.

"I'll believe you for now. How is my foster father?" Yang Tian stared straight into the man's eyes, his voice cold.

"He's fine. Without the incantation, your foster father will definitely be safe."

Seeing Yang Tian relax, the red-faced man put on a fawning smile. "Little brother, can I go now?"

"Sure." Patting the man's shoulder, Yang Tian curled his lips, and at the same time, his body shot backward.

Seeing this, the man felt greatly relieved. But before he could rejoice, a sharp howl suddenly rang out.

"Awwoo!" Ahead, the sleeping saber-toothed tigers were instantly startled awake. Their tiger eyes fixed on the stunned red-faced man, and with a shake of their bodies, the young beasts charged toward him.

"You little bastard, you tricked me!" A venomous curse exploded. The red-faced man's body, which had been about to flee, suddenly went limp and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from the bloody hole in his thigh.

"Thump, thump!" The sound of pounding footsteps echoed as the tigers reached the man in two breaths.

"Crunch!"

Perched atop a large tree, Yang Tian watched the red-faced man with cold eyes. When the man's breath faded, Yang Tian's figure flickered and he dashed off into the distance.