I Like Flying

Seeing Maitreya flee farther and farther away, gradually leaving the bounds of Shangjing City, Wang Ye began to slow down.

He couldn't chase too hard.

There weren't many people watching at this point. If he pushed Maitreya too far and Maitreya decided to turn back and really kill him, the loss would outweigh the gain.

It was a pity he had yet to reach the Buddha Realm. Otherwise, he could truly have considered taking this once-in-a-millennium opportunity to snuff Maitreya out.

But he still had to put on a complete act.

Wang Ye took a deep breath and roared, "Bald donkey, do you not dare fight me fair and square?"

"Heh, brute."

Maitreya did not slow down, merely chuckling. But his gaze flickered slightly. The one underground possessed formidable perception, and this location was ultimately not quite safe. If this fool really dared keep chasing him, then Maitreya would show Wang Ye what the fury of a bald donkey was like.

Did Wang Ye really think Maitreya was so easy to bully?

Wang Ye seemed to grow even more enraged. His speed suddenly increased as he slashed at Maitreya's back.

Maitreya narrowly dodged and continued fleeing.

Almost there!

Almost!

Another li, and he would kill this bastard!

Maitreya kept calculating the distance.

But—

Wang Ye's face instantly turned pale. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, looking utterly weak as he stopped, leaning on the Ghost Messenger Blade.

It seemed... his old injuries had flared up.

Maitreya frowned slightly, stopping and turning to examine Wang Ye.

Was he truly severely injured?

Or was he pretending?

If he was pretending, then Maitreya's strength might already have been exposed.

With a trace of unwillingness, Wang Ye glared fiercely at Maitreya. **"Bald donkey, I'm already like this, and you still don't dare