My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty-Chapter 599: Pursuing the Evil Path

In times of chaos, heroes emerge, and once again, the Lanyan Royal School proved to the Six Realms that the mortal realm, too, could produce genius cultivators, and they would be no less capable than those from the other realms.

"Old dog! Don't run!"

In a corner of the Earthly Realm, Chen Feng was hot on the heels of a Divine Realm powerhouse who had broken through from the Immortal Realm. This individual was an evil practitioner, notorious for his brutal deeds. When the war between Bright Clan and the Six Realms broke out, he was among the first to surrender to Bright Clan, joining their assault and committing even greater atrocities, targeting the vulnerable without mercy.

Angered by his actions, Chen Feng made it his mission to hunt him down, eventually chasing him to the mortal world.

"Old dog!"

"Didn't you enjoy drinking the blood of others? You must want to taste my tender flesh!"

As he pursued, Chen Feng continuously sent out mocking messages, initially met with disdain by the evil practitioner. However, every time he did so, Chen Feng seized the opportunity to strike, leaving the man battered and desperate. Now, the rogue had learned to ignore him, treating him like a deaf person, while simultaneously feeling humiliated.

He couldn't believe that he, a peak Divine Realm Supreme, was being chased by a mere junior, reducing him to a pitiful state. "If it weren't for that Libra of Fate! If it weren't for that absurdly powerful Destiny, I would have killed him a thousand times over! No, I need to kill him ten thousand times!"

Filled with rage, the evil practitioner reflected on how he had the strength to defeat Chen Feng but felt trapped. Every time he had the upper hand, Chen Feng would inexplicably receive a stroke of good fortune, either achieving breakthroughs or exploiting his vulnerabilities to turn the tide.

After three days of relentless pursuit, he felt himself on the brink of madness. Wounded and nearly depleted of energy, he could only think of escaping and had no desire to engage further with Chen Feng. Despite being similarly injured, Chen Feng seemed to recover quickly, consuming pills like they were candy, revealing his extensive experience in battle.

"Why did Elder Nightfall give the Libra of Fate to such a useless kid? This is a disgrace to the Temple of Destiny's legacy!"

As he sought refuge in a mountain, desperately trying to recover with pills, his thoughts remained consumed with hatred for Chen Feng.

Boom!

Just as he began to meditate, a fierce sword energy sliced through the air from above.

Damn it!

Another attack!

The rogue practitioner hurriedly dodged, only to find Chen Feng standing before him, holding a sword box.

Cough cough!

Chen Feng coughed up blood, appearing on the verge of collapse, but he paid no mind, wiping the blood onto his robe. The blood-soaked garment and his waning energy did not deter his fierce gaze fixed on the evil practitioner.

"Heh heh! Old dog, I found you!"

"Where will you run now?"

The evil practitioner, sensing the threat, dared not respond or make a move. He knew Chen Feng's taunts could be irritating, but the sword in Chen Feng's hand was a different matter altogether. One wrong move could lead to his demise.

"Why so silent? I thought you were quite arrogant earlier!"

"Weren't you threatening to annihilate my entire family and torment me for eternity?"

"Come on, old dog! I'm waiting!"

Chen Feng continued his taunting, each word aggravating his injuries. Blood seeped from his wounds, staining his white robe crimson. The excruciating pain tightened his brow, but he persisted in provoking the evil practitioner, hoping to bait him into action first.

At this moment, he had the strength for only one strike and could not afford to make a mistake.

Tap, tap, tap!

The two of them stood off, the rogue dripping sweat while Chen Feng bled profusely. As time wore on, Chen Feng's complexion grew increasingly pale, while the evil practitioner's lips curled into a smirk.

"Fate is finally on my side; this kid is dead for sure!"

He smiled coldly, waiting for the moment Chen Feng faltered before making his move.

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However, just then, a clear voice rang out from the distance: "I calculated, and this place is doomed! Fellow Daoist, you better run!"

The evil practitioner's heart sank at the sound. Turning around, he saw a ferocious black tiger charging toward him.

In a panic, he dodged.

Then, a flash of sword light crossed before him.

Sword Eleven!

This was Chen Feng's final strike.

Caught off guard, the evil practitioner revealed a fatal weakness, and with one swift stroke, Chen Feng ended him, his soul dissipating alongside his lifeless body.

"Finally... killed that old dog!"

After delivering the final blow, Chen Feng's consciousness began to blur. Before collapsing, he looked up to where the voice had come from and saw a young Daoist riding a black tiger.

"Zhongren, little master uncle... what are you doing here?"

With that, Chen Feng's vision faded to black.

As he fell, Zhongren swiftly leaped down from the tiger's back, catching him securely.

Zhongren held Chen Feng, glancing at the slain rogue. Even in death, the overwhelming malice radiating from him was palpable, indicating the depth of his malevolence.

"Unfaltering in the face of danger to eradicate evil; such a heart is rare."

"This disciple of the old master possesses a genuine spirit!"