The pages of the iron book were as thin as a blade, yet possessed extreme hardness. Forged from a dense metal, they resembled paper but weighed several pounds. When spun and flew through the air, they formed whirlwinds of energy.
“Bang!”
A massive rock by the stream was struck, punctured through as if it were tofu.
“Mid-tier magic tool!”
Yuan Sheng’s eyes widened in shock as he turned and fled rapidly. Among the martial practitioners in the Spring Surge Realm, only a rare few could possess mid-tier magic tools. Chen Jingtang owned such a tool for two reasons: first, he had broken through to the Nine Springs with exceptional talent.
Second, the battle at Burial Immortal Town was of great significance, and the iron book was a gift from the elders of the Three Chen Palace. A mid-tier magic tool like the iron book was worth close to one hundred million, its value rivaling that of high-tier magic tools.
Yuan Sheng knew he could never defend against thirty-five sheets of the book, and the pursuer behind him was incredibly fast—likely also a figure in the second stage of the Spring Surge Realm. He could not escape; he would soon be caught.
There was only one solution: rely on his formidable physical body to withstand the blows, charging through and fighting for his life. The ear-piercing sound of wind slashing close behind grew nearer.
Suddenly.