Recluse Zhu stood in a corner not far away.
He stared at the bodies of the White-Robed Middle-Aged Man, Young Master Hai, and the others sprawled across the ground.
Blood spread beside their corpses, soaking into the dust.
Then he turned toward Shangguan Yun and Yang Jing, who were still fighting fiercely nearby amid surging waves of qi. Recluse Zhu's face instantly turned as white as paper. Cold sweat seeped down his back, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
A moment earlier, the shock waves from the clash between the two true qi realm experts had swept toward them, so fast and so powerful that there had been no time to react.
Had he not reacted quickly enough and fled with all his strength at once, had he been even a step slower or hesitated for just an instant, his corpse would probably have joined those lying on the ground.
He would have met the same end as the White-Robed Middle-Aged Man and Young Master Hai, shaken to death by the shock waves, perhaps without even leaving an intact corpse.
The thought of such a gruesome fate sent his heart pounding with terror. He no longer had the slightest intention of staying.
Shangguan Yun could barely protect himself now, let alone spare any attention for his subordinates. This fortress had become a deathtrap. If Recluse Zhu stayed, sooner or later he would die at Yang Jing's hands.
At that thought, Recluse Zhu abandoned all hesitation, along with any desire to watch the battle. Without even stopping to gather his personal belongings, he turned and sprinted toward the outside of the fortress with all his strength.
As a qi-nourishing realm expert fleeing at full speed, he moved incredibly fast. His footwork shifted beneath him as he shot like an arrow loosed