Zhu Zhuqing froze as Zhao Wuji charged before her in the blink of an eye. She did not even have time to summon her martial soul before a single slap sent her flying seven or eight meters away.
Fortunately, Zhao Wuji was not targeting her. That slap had merely been a casual swat as he passed by.
"Weren't you full of confidence just now? Why are you running?" Zhao Wuji fixed his eyes on the fleeing Tang San and gave chase at tremendous speed. Even without fully revealing his martial soul, he was still far faster than Tang San.
Zhao Wuji's gaze held the teasing amusement of a cat playing with a mouse. It was only a matter of time before Tang San was caught.
A heaven-shaking dragon roar suddenly rang out across the field. When Zhao Wuji looked over in alarm, Xu Changqing was already standing atop the Water Dragon Head with Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong in his arms, soaring more than twenty meters into the air. It was already too late to stop them.
Xu Changqing did not forget to turn back with a smile and wave at the two men, one chasing and one fleeing.
The sight made Zhao Wuji's eye twitch.
Damn it!
They could fly too!
No wonder they had been so confident!
Tang San cursed internally as well. You bastards!
The three of you are safe in the sky, but what the hell am I supposed to do?
Zhao Wuji had been fixated on him from the beginning. If they had worked together as a team, they might have had a chance of holding him off. Even if not, they could at least have taken him into the sky with them!
"Give me a hand!"
Tang San shouted at Xu Changqing in the