At this moment, Zhao Zhenxuan's mood could only be described as furious and exasperated.
As an Innate expert who had held sway over Red Cliff City for decades, his spirit and will were naturally formidable.
Yet as he watched Wang Chen calmly and unhurriedly slaughter one elite death warrior after another, while he himself had no way to stop him, even with his deep composure, his eyes could not help but split with rage.
Regrettably, no matter how hard Zhao Zhenxuan tried, he was always one step behind Wang Chen.
The two chased each other through the Cave Dwelling, their true forms nearly impossible to make out. Only amid the shrieks of agony did the number of surviving blue-robed Martial Artists steadily dwindle.
Yet these death warriors were fierce and valiant. Even under such circumstances, not one of them fled or begged for mercy.
In the end, every last one died beneath Wang Chen's spear.
It had taken less than half a cup of tea!
At first, Zhao Zhenxuan had used every means at his disposal to pursue and kill Wang Chen. After several failed interceptions that only resulted in him being toyed with, he finally realized the gap between himself and Wang Chen in movement technique and speed.
This Innate expert began to entertain thoughts of retreat.
If he could not even catch up, then even if Wang Chen was no match for him, escaping with his life would be no problem.
Since he could do nothing to Wang Chen, what meaning was there in staying here?
The moment that thought arose, Zhao Zhenxuan's drive to pursue immediately deflated.
What he thought about more was how to deal with the aftermath.
Just then, Zhao Zhenxuan discovered that Wang Chen had stopped.
He stood facing him with his spear in