Chu Feng flies at high speed, holding Biyun securely in his arms.

Beside him, Shi Yang keeps pace.

Wind tears past them as they cut through the sky.

Chu Feng glances toward Shi Yang and says, “You should leave now.”

“They are no longer targeting you.”

Shi Yang shakes his head without hesitation.

“No.”

“How can I leave you at a time like this?”

He glances back over his shoulder.

A sneer appears on his face.

“And even if I wanted to leave…”

“They would not let me.”

Chu Feng studies him carefully.

His expression grows more serious.

He already senses that this new companion is not ordinary.

They met at Serpent Island.

Their rooms were next to each other at the inn.

Because of Biyun, they began talking.

Gradually, they became familiar.

Later, when both were returning to the mainland, they decided to travel together.

But during the journey,

They were attacked.

Rogue Sublimation Stage spiritual refiners.

And Origin Rune Stage warriors.

The target was clear.

Biyun.

Chu Feng’s thoughts turn heavy.

There is only one reason he can think of.

But how did they discover Biyun’s identity?

He looks at Shi Yang again.

“Do you know who they are?”

Shi Yang replies calmly, “For the past six years, the Star Singer Tower has been chasing me.”

“Among these rogues… There are members of the Star Singer Tower.”

Chu Feng’s eyes widen slightly.

The situation becomes clearer.

And far more dangerous.

If Biyun falls into the hands of rogue cultivators, there is still a chance to rescue him.

But if he falls into the hands of a major power,

The consequences would be far worse than death.

Chu Feng tightens his grip around the sleeping child.

He cannot allow that to happen.

Not under any circumstances.

He cannot face Diexin otherwise.

Shi Yang glances at Biyun.

The boy sleeps quietly, unaware of everything.

A thought crosses his mind.

Why would the Star Singer Tower target a child?

He looks ahead and speaks again.

“Do you have somewhere in mind to escape to?”

“If not… I know a place.”

He knows Chu Feng has been isolated from the world for the past five years.

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Chu Feng remains silent for a few moments.

Then takes a deep breath.

“Dragon City.”

Shi Yang’s brows rise slightly.

“Oh?”

“You know about Dragon City?”

He lets out a faint laugh.

“That was exactly what I was going to suggest.”

Without another word, they change direction.

Their figures streak across the night sky.

One in blue.

One in gold.

Like two beams of light tearing through the darkness.

Behind them, multiple figures follow.

Streaks of multicoloured light chase closely.

Then,

From among the pursuers, two figures erupt with power.

Their auras explode outward.

Their speed increases sharply.

Closing the distance rapidly.

The chase tightens.

Shi Yang and Chu Feng both sense it at the same moment.

Two powerful figures are closing in from their left and right.

The distance shrinks rapidly.

They exchange a brief glance.

No words are needed.

Shi Yang suddenly turns back.

A pair of wings bursts from his back.

Not energy.

Not illusion.

Real feathers.

Pure white.

Radiating faint holy light.

His voice rings out.

“Feather Arrows.”

The feathers detach instantly.

They pivot in the air.

Then shoot forward like a storm of arrows.

Piercing toward the incoming enemies.

Without hesitation, Shi Yang retracts the now bare wings back into his body.

He turns and accelerates, following Chu Feng.

But the pursuers do not slow.

One of them raises his hand and roars.

“Poison Hand!”

A massive hand formed from toxic energy appears.

It slams forward.

From within it, countless tiny snake-like streams surge out.

They collide with the incoming feather arrows.

Explosions ripple across the sky.

At the same time, the second pursuer bursts forward.

His body was wrapped in a crimson aura.

He cuts through the explosions.

Stops midair.

Draws his sword.

“Demon Strike.”

He swings.

Five crimson sword energies tear through the air.

Like the claws of a demon reaching forward.

Aimed directly at Shi Yang and Chu Feng.

Shi Yang slows again.

His expression sharp.

“Feather Barrier.”

A barrier of white feathers forms instantly around him.

The crimson strikes slam into it.

The barrier trembles violently.

But the attack does not disperse.

The crimson energy clings to the surface.

Tearing.

Grinding.

Trying to shred it apart.

Shi Yang remains in place.

Pouring his energy into the barrier.

Holding it steady.

Then,

“Burst.”

The barrier explodes outward.

A wave of white light expands.

Taking the crimson sword energy with it.

The sky erupts behind him.

An explosion echoes.

Followed by a deep roar.

A dragon’s roar.

Shi Yang turns sharply.

His sword flashes.

“Heavenly Strike.”

High above, a massive rune formation appears.

It glows with intense light.

From it, hundreds of energy swords rain downward.

Piercing toward the pursuers.

Shi Yang does not wait to see the result.

He turns back immediately.

Ahead, Chu Feng is surrounded.

A blue energy dragon coils around him.

Protecting him.

Two Sublimation Stage spiritual refiners press in from both sides.

Chu Feng cannot counterattack.

Biyun is still in his arms.

He is forced into defence.

Shi Yang rushes forward.

Mid-flight, more wings emerge.

Three pairs.

Six wings unfold behind him.

Brilliant.

Holy.

His entire body shines with pure light.

He raises his sword.

Points it forward.

“Death Strike.”

A beam of pure light shoots forward.

Splitting into multiple streams.

Crashing toward the two cultivators.

They are forced to halt.

Turning to defend.

Light and energy collide.

The pressure pushes them back.

In that instant,

Chu Feng seizes the opening.

His voice cuts through the chaos.

“Water Vortex.”

Between the two enemies, water condenses instantly.

A vortex forms.

Spinning rapidly.

It expands.

Pulling them inward.

They are caught off guard.

Dragged into the swirling current.

Struggling to stabilise.

Shi Yang and Chu Feng do not hesitate.

They turn.

Accelerate.

And continue their escape.

A few hours later, as the first light of dawn begins to break through the night sky, they finally slow down.

Then stop.

Three figures stand directly in front of them.

Blocking their path.

Two are Origin Rune, warriors.

The one in the centre,

A Soul Awakening cultivator.

Behind them, two more figures arrive.

Closing the path of retreat.

Five in total.

They form a complete encirclement.

The Soul Awakening cultivator looks at them calmly.

“Hand over the boy,” he says.

“And the two of you can live.”

Chu Feng frowns slightly.

His grip around Biyun tightens.

“You are chasing the boy because of his father,” he says.

“But you don’t know, ”

“The boy’s father does not care about him.”

“So even if you take him…”

“You cannot threaten his father.”

Shi Yang’s eyes flicker with interest.

This is the first time he has heard such a thing.

He glances briefly at Biyun.

Then at Chu Feng.

Who exactly is this boy’s father?

And what is Chu Feng’s connection to him?

The Soul Awakening cultivator responds indifferently.

“That is not your concern.”

“Give us the boy.”

“And you may live.”

Chu Feng does not answer.

Neither does Shi Yang.

Shi Yang looks toward Chu Feng.

Waiting.

The decision rests with him.

The Soul Awakening cultivator chuckles softly.

“I never expected the two of you to become friends.”

He tilts his head slightly.

“Understandable…”

“You both share the same loss.”

Shi Yang’s expression sharpens.

“What do you mean?”

Chu Feng also glances toward him.

Both of them feel something hidden beneath those words.

The Soul Awakening cultivator smiles faintly.

“It will be better if you two discover that for yourselves.”

Then his expression turns cold.

“Time is up.”

“Give me your answer.”

At that moment, Chu Feng’s voice echoes silently in Shi Yang’s mind.

“Can you hold them for a few minutes?”

Shi Yang does not respond directly.

Instead,

He moves.

“Angel Descent!”

A pillar of light crashes down from the sky.

It engulfs his body.

His aura surges instantly.

Rising.

Breaking through.

Reaching the level of a Soul Awakening cultivator.

Another pair of wings unfolds behind him.

Now four wings spread wide.

Radiant.

Blazing.

His sword ignites with golden flames.

Without hesitation, he charges forward.

Straight toward the Soul Awakening cultivator.

At the same time,

Chu Feng begins descending slowly toward the ground below.

Still holding Biyun securely.

Preparing for what comes next.

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