"Trying to run?!" Han Li finally broke free of the illusion, seeing the Ji family escaping. His eyes bulged, his face turning red with rage, roaring at the top of his lungs. Ignoring the leftover illusion, he crushed a jade talisman he’d been hiding—shattering it into pieces. A sharp golden light shot out like lightning, heading straight for Mo Jing’s back, deadly fast, no time to dodge—like a death blow from the reaper.
"Jingjing, watch out!" Ji Wuli saw the golden light, his face turning pale, his heart dropping. Without thinking, he shouted, throwing himself in front of Mo Jing like a moth to a flame, activating the Peacock Feather at the same time, sending a hail of bullets toward the golden light.
"POW-POW-POW..."
The bullets crashed into the golden light, like two shooting stars colliding, exploding with a flurry of sparks, spiritual energy swirling everywhere, gravel flying. It didn’t completely cancel the light’s power, but it weakened it enough to buy Mo Jing time to dodge.
The remaining golden light hit the spiritual energy shield Ji Wuli had thrown up in a hurry—like a sledgehammer slamming into the shield, cracking it with a crunch. Ji Wuli grunted, blood rushing to his throat, a trickle of blood spilling from his lips. He stumbled back several steps, nearly falling—but he held on, blocking the fatal blow, saving Mo Jing’s life.
On the other side, Ji Ruxu and the old man’s fight had reached its peak. The clash of two Quasi-Gods was like two volcanoes erupting at once—the cave shaking violently, gravel raining down, the crystals on the ceiling swaying, ready to fall. It felt like the end of the world.
Ji Ruxu’s swordplay was ruthless, her sword glowing with golden light, each strike like a bolt of lightning, filled with sharp golden energy, deadly every time—like she could split the world in half. The old man was powerful, his palm strikes like woven silk, tricky and unpredictable, every move targeting Ji Ruxu’s weak spots, his defense airtight, impossible to dodge. They traded blows back and forth, neither able to gain the upper hand.
Ji Ruxu grew anxious—she couldn’t keep this up forever. She needed to take down the old man fast to stop Han Li from escaping. Her eyes narrowed, her spiritual energy surging, her sword stance changing in an instant. She shouted at the top of her lungs: "GOLDEN RAINBOW PIERCES THE SUN!"
A dazzling golden sword beam burst from her sword tip—like a golden dragon spreading its wings, charging at the old man with unstoppable force. The beam cut through the air, hissing as it went.
The old man’s face turned pale, feeling the massive power in the sword beam. He didn’t dare take it lightly, clapping his hands together, gathering spiritual energy nonstop, building a solid defense barrier, pouring all his strength into his defensive spell to block the fatal strike.
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"BOOM—!"
A thunderous explosion shook the cave, the golden sword beam slamming into the old man’s barrier, shattering it instantly. The old man was sent flying like a broken kite, slamming hard into the cave wall with a dull thud, spitting out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground—badly injured, unable to stand up again.
Han Li watched his strongest backup fall, his disciples getting taken out one by one by Yun Shu and Yun Juan—fear finally set in, wiping away all his arrogance. He knew he was done for—if he stayed, Ji Ruxu would capture him, and he’d pay for everything. Like a scared rabbit, he pulled a teleportation talisman from his pocket, crushing it hard. His figure blurred, ready to escape using the talisman’s power!
"Leave the map fragment behind!" Ji Ruxu wouldn’t let him get away. She saw him fading, her eyes narrowing, dashing forward, her sword light chasing him like a shadow, trying to stop him.
But Mo Jing, who’d been watching the whole fight calmly, moved faster than lightning. She knew Han Li had a teleportation talisman—Ji Ruxu might not catch him. Instead of chasing him fruitlessly, she’d leave a tracker—they could get the fragment back later.
She didn’t chase. Instead, she quietly raised her hand, aiming at Han Li’s fading figure—a tiny, almost invisible black light flickered from her sleeve, faster than the eye could see.
It was a special nanometer tracker, made under Professor Jiu’s guidance—tiny, undetectable. Once it latched onto a target, it stuck tight, no matter where they ran. Mo Jing could track him through her tactical glasses, and he’d never even notice it was there.
The black light slipped into Han Li’s fading figure, disappearing without a trace—he didn’t feel a thing.
In the next second, Han Li’s figure vanished completely, escaping with the teleportation talisman, leaving nothing but empty air, his scent lingering in the cave.
In the cave, the remaining Immortal Meeting disciples saw their leader escape and the old man badly injured—their courage vanished, deflating like balloons. They dropped their weapons one by one, surrendering, kneeling on the ground, trembling like sheep waiting to be slaughtered—no more arrogance, just pure fear.
Mo Jing rushed to Ji Wuli’s side, supporting him by the arm, her voice worried: "Wuli, are you okay? Did you get hurt badly?" Ji Wuli shook his head, wiping the blood from his lips, forcing a smile: "I’m fine, just a scratch—nothing serious."
Ji Ruxu hurried over too, seeing the rescued Ji family members, a look of relief finally crossing her face. Then she turned to Han Li’s escape spot, her eyes cold: "Han Li, I’ll remember this. I’ll get the Map of Mountains and Rivers fragment back—no matter what."
Mo Jing patted her shoulder gently, reassuring her: "Sister, don’t worry. We put a nanometer tracker on Han Li. As long as he’s in the Six Realms, we’ll find him, get the fragment back, and make him pay for what he did to the Ji family."
Ji Ruxu nodded, looking at Mo Jing and the others, her eyes filled with gratitude: "Thank you. Without you, I’d never have saved my family, or caught Han Li’s trail."
"We’re partners—we look out for each other." Mo Jing smiled, then her face turned serious: "We can’t stay here. Let’s take the Ji family back to the Ji Mansion first, then figure out our next move."
Everyone nodded, helping the injured Ji Wuli and the Ji family servants, heading toward the secret passage. They vanished into the darkness quickly, leaving behind a messy cave, the badly injured old man, and the surrendering Immortal Meeting disciples.
