Zhan Ming's speed was astonishingly swift, swift to the utmost extreme. Within the void, his movement technique was pushed directly to its limit; he did not dare pause for even the slightest moment.
He had never intended to perish together with Princess Tianqing. In his eyes, he was someone of supreme stature—what was Princess Tianqing worth, and what right did she have to die with him?
By the time Ye Xiwen reacted, it was already too late to catch up!
"He still got away!" Ye Xiwen sighed. When masters clashed, they fought over no more than that fleeting instant of error and weakness.
Zhan Ming's movement technique was also exceptionally profound. Although it could not compare to Ye Xiwen at full speed, he was now risking his life, burning his lifespan to raise his speed another notch. With the initiative already in his hands, even Ye Xiwen could not catch him!
Having escaped death, Princess Tianqing was still shaken to the core. With her many years of experience, she had rarely placed herself in such grave danger.
As a Late Stage of Life Mystic Realm master, it would have been all too easy for Zhan Ming to crush her to death—no more than the turn of a hand.
If Ye Xiwen had hesitated for even a moment, or chosen to kill Zhan Ming first, then she would very likely have perished, and her countless years of cultivation would have flowed away like water.
At that thought, lingering fear welled up within her. Even when facing Old Man Tian'an before, she had not felt this way. Old Man Tian'an might have been overbearing and unreasonable, but for the sake of Darkness Country, he would not have killed her.
A flicker of hatred passed through her eyes. She had nearly died—she had