A series of rapid sounds, growing from far to near. (Search Baidu for May 5om)
Soon, a team of Gu Masters riding Clawed Horses arrived at this swamp.
The Clawed Horses had crimson eyes and fangs; they ate meat, not grass.
Their bodies were wiry, skin taut and muscles bulging, giving them considerable battle power. The strangest thing was that they had no hooves, but instead four massive claws.
Between the claws were webbed feet, making them not only suited for climbing but also able to move freely through the swamp.
"Clan Elder, they passed through here and went that way." A scout Gu Master, eyes flashing red, reported after looking around.
A young Gu Master beside him immediately frowned and said anxiously, "Not good, Uncle! Further out is the Boulder Beach. Past the Boulder Beach, they can escape the Warm Swamp Valley. It will be difficult to hunt them down then."
"Relax. Fei Qing is poisoned by your father's Poison Gu, he's on the verge of death, and he has his son with him. The more he uses his Ghost Cloud Gu to flee, the deeper the poison sinks. Heh, he won't get far. Let's continue the chase!"
The Clan Elder sneered, waved his hand, and led the group in urgent pursuit.
As they approached the sparse withered forest, the swamp under their feet suddenly roiled, and a yellowish-brown silkworm chrysalis emerged.
The chrysalis broke open from the inside, and two people walked out. One was a middle-aged Gu Master, the other a child.
They were disheveled and exhausted, breathing heavily, collapsing onto the ground.
"We finally tricked them." The middle-aged Gu Master, Fei Qing, had a purple complexion, deeply poisoned.
The Swift Ghost Cloud Gu he used for movement had been tampered with. Pursued all the way, Fei Qing sensed something wrong and immediately abandoned the Gu, letting it fly away alone, while he and his son hid in the swamp.
But by doing so, he had lost his movement Gu and was severely poisoned. There was no hope of escape anymore.
"Fei Zhang, you despicable bastard! Just for the position of clan leader, you resorted to plotting to poison and assassinate me, your own cousin! Hateful…"
The more Fei Qing fumed, the more despair and rage overtook his heart. He suddenly opened his mouth and, with a "pfft," coughed up a mouthful of sickly green blood.
"Ba, Ba! Are you alright? You have to hold on!" The child was frightened by the pool of blood and cried out, throwing himself into Fei Qing's arms.
"My child…" Fei Qing's despairing eyes struggled to bring forth a glimmer of hope and determination.
He looked lovingly at his only offspring, affectionately stroking his little head: "Xiao Cai, your Ba can't make it. Fei Zhang is too scheming, I can only fool him for a short time. He will definitely discover the trick and turn back soon. You must go. Ba will hold them off. Follow the small path I told you about, and you might just escape."
"No, Ba, I want to go with you! Let's run together… Ba, I beg you…" The son, Fei Cai, was heartbroken, sobbing uncontrollably.
Fei Qing's heart was anxious, he mustered his spirit, and grabbed Fei Cai's shoulders with both hands: "Xiao Cai, don't cry! A man of the Northern Plains sheds blood but not tears. You must have confidence! The blood of the Giant Sun Immortal Venerable flows in your veins. You are a member of the Golden Clan. Your bloodline is very rich, rather rare. You are qualified to enter the Eighty-Eight True Yang Building."
"Cough… cough…" A wisp of green blood escaped from Fei Qing's mouth and nose. "Xiao Cai, you must stay alive. In the future, if possible, enter the Imperial Court Blessed Land and go to the Eighty-Eight True Yang Building to receive the grace left by our ancestor, Giant Sun. Only then can you avenge me!"
"Ba…"
"Go! Go now, or it will be too late!"
Fei Qing pushed his son hard. Fei Cai stumbled back a few steps, looking helplessly at his father, his face streaked with tears.
"GO!!" Fei Qing roared.
Fei Cai raised his arm to wipe away old tears, but new ones immediately welled up. He gritted his teeth fiercely, turned around, and ran.
"My son, I have done all I can as your father. I pray you can escape his clutches." Fei Qing sat on the ground, watching Fei Cai run away, but his eyes slowly widened.
"You idiot, STOP!" Fei Qing couldn't help but straighten up and roar at his son.
"B-Ba…" Fei Cai ran a few steps before hearing his father's roar, and looked back hesitantly.
Veins bulged on Fei Qing's forehead. He roared with the frustration of wanting to forge steel into a sword but finding pig iron: "You blockhead! Run northwest! What are you running southeast for?! Do you want to go back to the clan camp and die?!"