The flying sword shot back like lightning into Yue Qianchou's hand. The swelling blood mist rapidly collapsed, condensing into a single blood scab after all its energy had been spent, then falling away. The surroundings were empty; Yan Zhuixing was nowhere to be seen.
He had run! Yue Qianchou's eyes flew wide as he swiftly swept his gaze over every direction. Then he turned into a streak of light and shot into the distance to search. In everyone's eyes, Yue Qianchou soon began darting back and forth in all directions, clearly searching for the escaped Yan Zhuixing.
After a long while, a swiftly flying streak of light shot back before the crowd. Yue Qianchou appeared, his face slightly livid and extremely unpleasant. Everyone exchanged looks. There was no need to ask—it seemed Yan Zhuixing had still gotten away.
Wu Sihai asked gravely, "What? He escaped?" He could not help worrying. Everyone had just witnessed Yan Zhuixing's abilities. If Yan Zhuixing were allowed to make a comeback, the Wu family would inevitably suffer disaster.
Yue Qianchou put away his divine sword and nodded with a dark expression. "That Blood Escape is simply too strange. There was no way to detect which direction he fled in. I don't know how badly that sword strike injured him, but with the wonders of his demonic arts, he probably won't die."
"I wonder where he will hide after being seriously wounded this time. It would be best if we could find him and put him to death," Wu Sihai said worriedly.
Upon hearing this, Yue Qianchou seemed to recall something. He glanced at the lingering slap mark on Wu Lixue's face, then abruptly fixed his gaze on several Myriad Demon Palace disciples in the crowd. Those people were instantly terrified out of their wits and