Watching the Moon City City Lord flee, Ye Xiwen could not help but let out a breath. By then, the Moon City City Lord was already barely clinging to life.
All that earlier trading of injuries had merely been a strategy Ye Xiwen had devised. That final blow had been his true trump card!
He had gathered all his power and used that final strike to grievously wound the Moon City City Lord, forcing him to flee. Yet Ye Xiwen still felt some regret. He had intended to kill the Moon City City Lord, but in the end, he had only severely injured him.
The Moon City City Lord had only one last breath left. Though he had used a secret art and fled at the cost of damaging his Great Dao foundation, if Ye Xiwen had been at his peak, he could still have caught up and killed him.
But in truth, Ye Xiwen himself was also barely alive, perhaps even weaker than the Moon City City Lord.
Yet the Moon City City Lord, whom Ye Xiwen had already turned into a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, would never turn back. Though he had guessed that Ye Xiwen might already be at the end of his tether, he did not dare take the risk.
He had misjudged Ye Xiwen too many times before. Every time, he had decided Ye Xiwen was at the end of his tether and certain to die, yet Ye Xiwen always defied his expectations, gradually turning him from uninjured, to lightly wounded, to severely wounded, and finally to the brink of death.
And all of this had been within Ye Xiwen's calculations. The depth of Ye Xiwen's schemes shocked even him. He could not see through just how many trump cards