A streak of flowing light shot across the sky, piercing through the clouds and whipping up fierce winds that made the space along its path tremble continuously.
Behind that streak of flowing light was another, its speed not the slightest bit inferior to Xiao Heng's ahead.
Xiao Heng glanced back and cursed, "Damn old bastard! I'm not your father, so why are you chasing me so hard?"
His voice carried into Hun Sha's ears. Hun Sha's expression turned cold as he cursed, "Sharp-tongued brat. Once this old man catches you, I'll make you taste Myriad Souls Devour. I guarantee you won't die easily. Not only you, but those around you as well—I'll personally tear them apart, one by one, before your very eyes."
"Brat, you must care greatly about those other people, right? Let me tell you, I've already sent my clan's experts to kill them. Before long, their corpses will appear before you."
Listening to the voice behind him, Xiao Heng could not help feeling worried, even though he knew the old bastard was deliberately provoking him. Still, after walking the line between life and death so many times, he would not be baited into staying behind to fight this old man to the death over a few words.
Still, he truly deserved to be called a peak expert at the late Seven-star Dou Sheng stage. Even though Xiao Heng had already pushed himself to the limit, Hun Sha could still keep up with him.
I have to find a way to delay him. Otherwise, he'll catch up sooner or later. Xiao Heng muttered inwardly. He glanced at the back of his hand, where a sword was hidden. However, that sword had not been nurtured for long, and he did not know whether it could force the old bastard