Chen Fan's perfected Lightning Swift Steps were no joke. He darted through the forest so dense it blotted out the sky and sun, making it impossible for Xie Bai to keep track of him from above.
Now that he had slain over a third of Xie Bai's Demon Crows, Xie Bai no longer dared release large flocks to scout ahead for him.
After all, Demon Crows were not easy to cultivate. He could only gather information through the birds along the way as he desperately pursued Chen Fan.
"Kid in the Flying Fish Robe, do you dare tell me your name?"
Xie Bai snarled in frustration.
Chen Fan was leading him in circles and playing him for a fool. When had Xie Bai of Dark River ever suffered such humiliation?
To be toyed with by his opponent in the field he excelled at most—he was about to explode with rage!
"What is there to fear?"
"My name remains unchanged whether I walk or sit. I am Chen Fan of the Brocade Guard!"
Chen Fan's voice drifted over from afar, yet those few words came from three different directions. It was clear that Chen Fan was still moving at high speed.
"What kind of hero hides and runs? Do you dare fight me head-on?"
Xie Bai roared again. Those words were truly rather shameless.
Xie Bai was an assassin who normally hid in the shadows, never showing his face—yet he was demanding an open and honorable battle. This was truly unprecedented!
One really did live to see everything!
Unexpectedly, Chen Fan actually answered him.
"I am fighting you head-on right now. We are competing in speed, and I have you firmly suppressed!"
Chen Fan said, as though he would not rest until he pissed him to death.
When competing with an