Chapter 1169

Gu Ding crouched on a leafy branch and concealed his aura to the extreme. He looked through the gaps between the leaves at the beasts patrolling below.

"Strange, the exotic beasts have been so active these past few days. They seem to be searching for something? Moreover, those plant demons that feed on the flesh and blood of strange beasts are actually not attacking them … Could it be that something has happened? "

It was already the fourth day since Gu Ding arrived at the Tree Spirit's location. Since the second day, Gu Ding had noticed abnormal ultra beast activity. Over the past few days, there were exotic beasts patrolling the area at regular intervals.

"Don't tell me it's because of us trial takers?" Gu Ding vaguely felt that this matter had something to do with them, the intruders.

His guess was indeed not far from the truth.

What Gu Ding did not know was that in these three short days, Gu Ding had not been aware of what had happened.

Of the thirty-seven trial-takers, close to half were hunted down by the exotic beasts and the tribes. There were less than twenty of them left. Of the less than 20 people left, more than half were being chased. Among them were members of the Gu Ding Pirate Crew.

…

Biggie had been on the run for the past few days.

In the beginning, a small tribe's team had accidentally discovered him slaughtering the plant spiritual monsters. When they realized that Biggie's strength was extraordinary, they were not stupid. They did not attack him right away, but instead reported it to the tribe's Holy King.

Therefore, the Holy King led a team to surround and kill Biggie.

Although Biggie was only a Holy Lord, his strength far surpassed that of an ordinary Holy Lord. Moreover, he had obtained quite a number of Law Fragments in the past few days, which allowed his strength to improve again. He was only half a step away from becoming a Saint Ruler.

Although he was no match for the Holy King, he managed to escape from the Holy King's trap.

Over the past few days, he had been fighting and fleeing at the same time, but his injuries had also accumulated more and more severe. Under the pursuit of the Holy King, he had no time to heal his injuries.

On this day, he was once again caught up by that Holy King.

"Big guy, you can't escape this time. Don't struggle pointlessly." The Holy Lord had a head of messy blue hair that trailed over his shoulders. He was thin and wore a set of rustic-looking green armor as he shouted at Biggie from afar.

Biggie ignored him and sped up into the distance.

"Looks like you won't give up until you see your coffin!" The blue-haired Holy King sped up as well. He was several times faster than Biggie as he chased after Biggie.

When Biggie sensed that the distance between the two of them was closing, he suddenly twisted his body and swung the sword that he had been accumulating in his hand. The blade carved out a huge crack in space. It was like a surging river, stopping the blue-haired Saint Ruler in his tracks.

"Hmph, you've already used this move three times, and you've escaped from me all three times. Do you think that I won't have a way to deal with you this time?!" The blue-haired Saint King snorted coldly.

Then, he stretched out his hand and turned it into a giant hand in the void, pressing down on the tear in space.

After that, he stepped on the giant hand of God Source and used it as a bridge to pass through the Space Crack and chase after Biggie again.

Biggie, who was about to turn around and escape, was stunned when he saw this.

However, in that moment of distraction, the blue-haired Saint Ruler had already appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

"I've finally caught up to you, big guy!"

Biggie frowned and secretly gathered strength in his hand that was holding onto the hilt of his sword. His eyes were fixed on the blue-haired Saint Ruler and he did not dare to relax.

However, the blue-haired Saint Ruler did not seem to be in a hurry to attack him. Instead, he spoke to him, "Although we haven't fought many times in the past few days, I have a rough idea of your strength. I'm afraid that not many people below the Saint Ruler level are your match. Furthermore, your talent in swordsmanship is probably one of the best in the world that you're from.

"I, Lampard, am a man who appreciates talent. As long as you're willing to submit to me and follow me in the future, you'll be able to have anything you want …"

"Not interested. If you want to fight, then hurry up and cut the crap! "Biggie did not wait for him to finish and immediately rejected him.

"Everyone has desires. You must have some things that you can't wait to get, right? If I can provide you with what you want, will you consider submitting to me? "Lampard was still unwilling to give up.

"You can't give me what I want! Don't waste your breath, "Biggie said.

"Why don't you tell me? Who knows, I might really be able to provide it to you? You must know that in this world, I, Lampard, still have quite a bit of prestige. "Lampard's face was full of confidence.

"I want to search for the ingredients with the most unique flavors in every dimension and make these ingredients into the delicacies on my life's menu. Then, I'll pass on this menu. Even if I die one day, the delicacies that I create will still be tasted by future generations. " After Biggie finished speaking, he looked at Lampard. "As for you, other than this small world, have you been to any other dimension? Since you've never been there, how can you fulfill my wish?! "

After hearing Biggie's words, Lampard's expression instantly turned ugly. Being restricted by some special rule and being unable to leave this small world was something that Lampard hated to hear the most. Biggie's words were like a slap to his face.

"Submit or die! You only have one choice. I hope that you can make the right choice! " Lampard forcibly suppressed his anger. He really wanted to subdue Biggie because he knew that once Biggie grew up, his future would be limitless.

"Then let's fight!"

Biggie held a long sword in each hand and looked at his opponent calmly. Knowing that he had nowhere to run, he became calmer. Vaguely, he had a feeling that this battle could very well be the opportunity for him to break through to the Holy King Level.

"Become a Holy King? I just don't know if I can hold on until that moment … However, the captain said that I can't be afraid of any enemy. Being timid is equivalent to admitting defeat to the enemy. "Biggie looked up at his opponent, Lampard." So what if my opponent is a Holy King? Today, I'll use him as my whetstone and become a Holy King in one go! "

At the thought of this, Biggie's originally somewhat dispirited fighting spirit began to rise wildly. It was like a tsunami under a storm, or like an eruption of magma … In the blink of an eye, his fighting spirit had risen to its peak.

Even Lampard, who was standing not far away from him, was a little surprised. "What happened? Why did his fighting spirit suddenly rise?"

"Fight!!!"

With a loud roar, Biggie held two swords in his hands and took the initiative to attack Lampard.

"Hmph, you don't know what you're talking about!" Lampard snorted coldly and also pounced on Biggie …