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Zhuo Qianren's wings trembled like streaks of silver light as he pursued Yan Wufeng closely. Each flap stirred up a shrill, piercing whistle, as if it meant to cut through the peace between heaven and earth.
Yan Wufeng was fast as well. The wings behind him billowed like surging black clouds, whipping up howling gales.
Now and then, the tips of his toes touched the treetops, leaving behind a faint string of afterimages, as if he were strolling leisurely through the forest.
Yet the fierce wind behind him followed like a shadow, never straying more than three inches from the center of his back.
Before the Silver Emperor Sky Falcon, a top-tier speed-type martial soul that could be called Number One Under Heaven, his speed was ultimately outclassed.
Zhuo Qianren knew full well that the gap in strength between them was vast, so he did not fight head-on. He only roamed and harried him, sometimes chasing from behind, sometimes launching sudden attacks from the side, and even casting a shadow from above in an attempt to disrupt Yan Wufeng's focus and speed.
Yan Wufeng's expression remained calm. He glanced at him coldly and said in an indifferent voice, "Zhuo Qianren, you and I have had no grudge in the past or enmity of late. Acting like this today, aren't you afraid that my Scarlet Saint will seek you and Chang'an Academy out for a reckoning in the future?"
Zhuo Qianren remained unmoved and sneered, "Mr. Yan truly has bearing, calm even in danger! Unfortunately, I was entrusted by another, and I must be loyal to that task. Stop wasting your strength!"
Just as Yan Wufeng fled and Zhuo Qianren pursued, a melodious sword cry suddenly rang out, carrying a murderous chill.
The sword