"Hmph! Trying to run away? We're not going to let you get away so easily!"
Seeing this, Hu Le snorted coldly, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he swung his right hand and forcefully threw the purple bamboo staff in his hand.
The moment the purple bamboo staff left his hand, it instantly transformed into a straight purple streak, shooting swiftly toward the fleeing saint with lightning speed.
All of this happened so fast, it was like a flash of lightning.
In the blink of an eye, the purple beam of light caught up with the desperately fleeing Primordial Saint.
The sage sensed a powerful and sharp aura coming from behind him, and knew perfectly well that he had nowhere to escape.
Left with no other choice, he gritted his teeth, reached for his waist, and a gleaming sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Without the slightest hesitation, the sage suddenly turned around, gripped his sword tightly with both hands, raised it high, and then used all his strength to fiercely slash down at the rapidly approaching purple bamboo staff.
With a loud clang, the sword and the purple bamboo staff collided violently in mid-air, scattering countless dazzling sparks and powerful energy fluctuations.
For a moment, the surrounding space seemed to tremble slightly from this immense force...
As the endless void collapsed and shattered like glass, the seemingly ordinary bamboo staff trembled violently, and the power of the Great Dao contained within it suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption.
A sharp "crack" was heard, like a thunderclap, deafeningly loud.
The sword that the sage held tightly in his hand, which had previously shone brightly and was full of imposing power, now appeared so fragile that it could not withstand the surging and fierce impact of the power of the Great Dao.
The power of the Heavenly Dao that originally surrounded the sword crumbled instantly, like thin paper meeting a raging fire, and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, the sword exploded, turning into countless tiny fragments that scattered in all directions, leaving only a bare hilt in the saint's hand.
However, the bamboo staff did not diminish in the slightest. It continued to shoot forward with overwhelming force, striking the sage's chest with tremendous power.
In an instant, it was as if a star had struck the saint's chest, causing it to visibly collapse inward.
"puff!"
The sage shuddered violently, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood that left a shocking trail of blood in the air.
However, this saint was quite powerful. In the instant after being injured, he used his profound cultivation to forcefully suppress the spread of his injury.
He gripped the hilt tightly in his hand, and with a gentle shake, the shattered sword miraculously and quickly returned to its original state, radiating a dazzling light once more.
Then, without hesitation, the sage swung his arm, and a dazzling sword light immediately shot out from the sword, like a roaring dragon, flying mightily towards the direction where Hu Le was.
Wherever the sword light passed, the void was forcibly torn open, leaving a deep chasm, as if even this cosmic void could not withstand this terrifying power.
"This is nothing but a final struggle..."
Hu Le's expression remained calm and composed, and he silently thought to himself.
Facing the fierce sword light that shot towards him like a meteor, he showed no fear whatsoever. He remained motionless and didn't even blink.
At the same time, he slowly raised his right arm, and the wide sleeve opened slightly with the movement of his arm, like a gaping maw, to meet the flying sword light head-on.
In an instant, a strange scene unfolded.
The originally ordinary sleeve seemed to instantly transform into a bottomless, formless, and intangible black hole, emanating an incredibly powerful suction force!
With a soft "whoosh," the menacing sword light merely swayed slightly in the air before being easily swallowed up by the sleeve, like a weary bird returning to its nest.
However, this sword light was clearly no ordinary thing; the sword energy it contained was exceptionally solid.
Even after being put into the sleeve, it showed no sign of yielding and instead struggled with all its might.
For a moment, a series of thumping sounds came from Hu Le's sleeve, which was bulging as if a mischievous little mouse was really hiding inside, darting left and right, trying to find a way out.
But Hu Le didn't seem to care about the commotion at all; a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Immediately afterwards, he flicked his wrist slightly, causing the sleeve of his robe to swing violently.
No sooner said than done, a crisp "pop" sound was heard.
The sword light, which had been struggling, could no longer withstand the twisting and squeezing power and shattered with a crash, turning into countless fine sword energies that shot out in all directions, tearing the void within the sleeves of the robe to shreds.
But the matter did not end there.
Hu Le shook his sleeves again, as if a gentle breeze had swept by.
The tiny sword energies that had just scattered vanished instantly under the impact of this force, disappearing without a trace.
Hu Le stood quietly, waiting for the fluctuations in his sleeve to completely subside.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze deep and calm as he looked into the endless void ahead.
After realizing that the situation was unfavorable to him, the Primordial Saint turned around without hesitation and sped away into the depths of the void, as if he wanted to escape this place of trouble.
Why bother?
Hu Le sighed softly, a hint of regret in his voice.
He stretched out his right hand and made a slight beckoning gesture. The purple bamboo staff that had been flying out seemed to be summoned and quickly flew back into his hand.
Immediately afterwards, Hu Le stepped into the void, seemingly light and casual, but his figure vanished without a trace in an instant.
When he reappeared, he was already hundreds of millions of miles away from his original location.
Meanwhile, the Primordial Saint was like a bolt of lightning, speeding through the void at an unimaginable pace.
With the edge of chaos just a short distance away, it seemed that if they rushed forward just a little more, they could shake off their pursuers.
However, at that moment, the void in front of them suddenly rippled like the surface of a lake where a stone had been thrown in.
Then, Hu Le's figure suddenly emerged from the ripples, blocking the path of the Primordial Saint once again.
Upon seeing this, the Primordial Saint hurriedly stopped and stomped his feet hard on the void, producing a dull thud.
He stood still, glaring angrily at Hu Le in front of him, his eyes blazing with fury.
He shouted angrily, "Brother Daoist! Why must you be so ruthless? Do you really want to force me to fight to the death?"
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