Fleeing in Defeat

The farce vanished under Chu Han's forceful stance. Before the watching crowd, Chu Han removed the enormous Asura Battle Axe from Zhong Kui's face with a faint smile, then unsteadily slung it back over his shoulder.

Finally released, Zhong Kui nearly lost his footing and fell to the ground. He staggered several steps before managing to stand firm.

Neither of them spoke. They simply stood face-to-face.

The scene instantly fell silent. Countless eyes shifted back and forth between Zhong Kui and Chu Han, and a strange feeling rose in everyone's hearts. The farce was over, so why had no one left yet?

Could it be that Zhong Kui was still unwilling to give up and wanted another chance to turn things around?

Zhong Kui did have such thoughts, but the tremendous pressure and fear for his life from earlier had yet to fade. Looking at Chu Han, who still wore that mocking expression, Zhong Kui might have wanted to tear him apart, but he did not have the courage.

What had happened before had made him deeply aware of what kind of person Chu Han was. Chu Han had put an axe to his neck earlier, and if he decided to make trouble now, he could still suppress him by force.

Zhong Kui could not even be sure whether Chu Han had the patience to tolerate his repeated provocations!

Thus, under immense pressure, Zhong Kui could only stand there pale-faced, unable to say a word.

Chu Han had no idea what was going on, but in any case, he had set his sights on Zhong Kui today. He waited for him to make any small move, ready to raise the Asura Battle Axe at the slightest disturbance.

He had already slapped Zhong Kui's face, so if he was going to