Cang Qing was incredibly fast, his bare feet stepping out of the forest and pursuing the direction indicated by the hunting mark.

His speed was staggering, moving towards the hunting mark with such swiftness that the rugged mountains beneath his feet might as well have been flat ground.

Seven days later, Cang Qing arrived at a location where the hunting mark had lingered for quite some time.

The vast city before him had been reduced to ruins.

It seemed to have once been a city of the Exotic Region, but it was now filled with destruction and debris, having recently endured a great battle, with corpses strewn everywhere.

Many bodies were still in a running posture, their faces etched with terror, as if something horrifying was chasing them.

And their wounds were as smooth as new cuts, as if severed by something extremely sharp, their bodies cut into two yet still instinctively running, because the cut was so clean that the severed parts hadn’t even separated immediately.

“Interesting…” Cang Qing’s eyes sharpened as he found the main culprit on a stone wall in the ruins–a feather.

A dark purple feather with red lines on its surface.

The feather was light, virtually weightless when picked up.

But extremely sharp.

Cang Qing’s fingertip gently brushed the side of the feather, and a white mark appeared.

“Such a sharp feather.”

Cang Qing narrowed his eyes, finally getting serious. This was a rare prey.

The physical body of an ordinary Ascension monster would be hard-pressed to harm him.

Just a used feather still had such a sharp characteristic.

Interesting.

No wonder it took down those three good-for-nothing brothers.

Cang Qing stood up and continued to follow the direction indicated by the hunting mark.

Anyone who dared harm those affiliated with the God of Hunting would be branded with the hunting mark, and when facing an opponent with a hunting mark, the God of Hunting and its affiliates would gain enhancements in all aspects.

This ability stemmed from the Father God’s authority–Revenge!

Three days later, Cang Qing arrived at the site of another one of his hunting targets’ prior stops.

Before him lay a city in ruins, quite like the previous one, scattered with corpses and no survivors.

“Such decisive nature should belong in my Hunting Temple. A shame,” Cang Qing expressed some admiration for this prey.

This disposition was a bit like his; he would use any means necessary to eradicate enemies, to avoid future troubles.

This was also the motto of their Hunting Temple: the world is a hunting ground, and everything is fair game.

“Pity that you’re an enemy. The better the enemy, the more certainly they must die.” Cang Qing’s smile grew more cruel, sensing that his target was drawing ever closer to him.

Two days later, Cang Qing looked at the ruins before him in silence for a moment, then his smile brightened. He took off the heavy bow strapped on his back, drew the bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at the woods to his left.

Bang!!!

An arrow was let fly.

The bow thundered like a bolt of lightning, exploding like thunder.

Boom–

The red glow of the arrow destroyed everything in its path like an enraged dragon.

Wherever it passed, destruction followed, the earth was plowed into a long trench, and thick smoke billowed outwards.

“Although you’re well-hidden, the hunting mark on you has already revealed your position. In the face of the hunting mark, sneaking around like a rat in the gutter is useless,” Cang Qing spoke indifferently.

In the destroyed void, ripples appeared.

And then, Sixiang stepped out from the void, “I kept feeling like something was following me. Turns out it was you tailing me.”

Sixiang looked at Cang Qing, having sensed him since the moment Cang Qing started tracking him.

This sense wasn’t from bloodline, but from the Law he mastered.

The Perfect Level Speed Principle allowed him to reach Human Extreme Speed, making him the fastest in his realm.

But recently he had felt a faint oppressive sensation, like an invisible pair of hands behind him, stealing his speed.

It felt like during a sprint, there was someone sneakily holding onto his tail, following behind him.

If it were any other aspect, he might not have noticed, but stealing speed was precisely what triggered the Law of Speed he possessed.

Raising his right claw, Sixiang aimed at Cang Qing and made a gesture as if grabbing with five claws.

From its body, feathers erupted, interweaving under the enhancement of the Perfect Level Speed Principle to form streams of light that whirl around Cang Qing’s body for eighteen circles in an instant.

These feathers pierced through Cang Qing’s flesh, slashing his body with trails of blood.

Blood splattered; the artifact in his hand seemed to possess spirituality, absorbing all the sprayed blood, as a hint of scarlet flashed deep in Cang Qing’s pupils.

The Blood Bow in his hand emitted Divine Light, deflecting all the feathers shot by the Sixiang.

The focus in Cang Qing’s pupils slowly adjusted until his thoughts finally caught up with the events that had just unfolded.

“Perfect Level Speed Principle?!”

Cang Qing’s face suddenly changed; how could this be possible!

Even if he couldn’t believe it, at this moment, it was a fact.

Since the death of the Travel God who mastered speed authority, let alone gaining that authority, there have been very few who could perfect the Law to this extent.

Many had trained in the Speed Principle, but those who brought it to perfection were exceedingly rare.

The Speed Principle, like the Strength Principle, was an extremely rare conceptual Law.

Had it not been for the Divine Artifact given by his father god, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Cang Qing forced himself to quickly regain composure, looking for an opportunity to break the deadlock.

“The Speed Principle may be fast, but it’s not without its disadvantages.”

Cang Qing narrowed his eyes; aside from speed, the Speed Principle didn’t offer much enhancement in other aspects.

In theory, if one were fast enough, they could dodge all attacks.

But what if they were faced with a “sure-hit” rule?

Cang Qing drew the red great bow in his hand.

The Blood Bow, drawn by blood, never misses its target.

He knew that the three brothers were dead; the Divine Artifacts they had mastered might also have fallen into the opponent’s hands.

But his Blood Bow was the perfect counter to the Forest Thorns Crown.

The Forest Thorns Crown was a defensive and restrictive Divine Artifact, and although it was known for both attack and defense, its effectiveness would be greatly reduced if the opponent did not directly confront it.

However, the Blood Bow had the sure-hit property! It could bypass the defensive wall of the Forest Thorns Crown and hit the opponent.

Cang Qing pulled back the great bow in his hands, about to shoot when suddenly the sky around him dramatically changed, space-time reversed, and he found himself in another world!

“Is this the Dark Realm?”

Cang Qing was stunned for a moment, quickly recognizing his surroundings.

Sixiang floated above in the sky, looking down on Cang Qing from a high position, “Welcome to… my world.”

As soon as the words fell, the Forest Thorns Crown shot out from behind Sixiang.

It turned into a wooden dragon bristling with thorny spikes.

In an instant, it crossed a hundred miles.

Everywhere it passed was destroyed; the place where Cang Qing had stood disappeared from the map of the Dark Realm.

Where he had stood, only a bottomless pit was left.

Above the firmament, Sixiang raised his right finger, and a ray of light flew out from the depths of the pit, turning into a ring that ensnared around Sixiang.

As his finger trembled slightly, the ring formed by the Forest Thorns Crown danced around him.

“As long as you are fast enough, it’s not impossible to kill someone with impact,” Sixiang said leisurely, then glanced at the Forest Thorns Crown in his hand, “Don’t you agree?”

The Forest Thorns Crown, like a snake with spirituality, nodded flexibly.

Indeed, indeed.

Since its forging, it had never thought its body could be used in such a manner.

The joy of smashing could never be compared to being a rigid wall.

This was the true master it was meant for!

“Has he died?” In the Quadra-Spirit Soul Space, Chen Xing sat cross-legged, gazing down at the scene below through Sixiang’s vision.

“I don’t know, but a few more hits should do it.”

As Sixiang’s words fell, the ring that was the Forest Thorns Crown, enhanced by the Perfect Level Speed Principle, turned into a beam of light that vanished in mid-air, and once more, continuous tremors came from deep in the ground.