"Today's affair will be repaid handsomely someday. Wash your neck clean and wait for me!" Ye Xiwen's voice came from afar.
His voice and figure gradually faded into the distance.
"Damn it, don't run!" Wang She roared again and again. He had been played—played! He had actually been played by a brat he had never even put in his eyes, who had even borrowed his strength to escape his pursuit.
Damn it! Damn it to the extreme!
"Damn brat, I want you dead!" Wang She continued roaring like an injured ferocious beast. Though he had only just stepped into the Dharma Idol Realm, he had still entered the Dharma Idol Realm. Yet now he had been toyed with so thoroughly—how could he possibly bear such humiliation?
His roar pierced through several great halls, making countless martial artists turn their heads.
Many martial artists recognized Wang She's voice. Ever since he had become famous, everything about him had become the focus of attention. There was no other reason—they simply prayed not to run into this bastard. Otherwise, when the time came, there would not even be a place to cry.
After Ye Xiwen spread his Demon Wings, his speed immediately increased greatly. But Wang She was no slowpoke either. The speed at which a furious Dharma Idol Realm expert attacked was simply unimaginably fast. In what seemed like an instant, he was about to catch up with Ye Xiwen.
He knew full well that his current strength was still insufficient to contend against a true Dharma Idol Realm expert, so he did not hesitate in the slightest. He fled almost madly. He absolutely could not let himself be caught, or he would be dead for certain.
"Die for me!" Seeing that he could not catch Ye Xiwen, who had spread his