Within the dense forest.
Tall and fat, Shang Huan seemed to have springs beneath his feet. With a light tap, he shot forward.
Like a huge yet nimble rubber ball, he ricocheted through the dense forest, weaving through the complicated terrain at high speed.
The next instant, his expression abruptly changed. Without warning, his fat body rapidly shifted half a meter to the left.
Whoosh!
A jet-black streak grazed past his right arm.
The fierce wind it carried was like a blade, easily tearing apart his sleeve.
A pale-blue streak descended from the sky and struck the ground directly in front of Shang Huan. Airwaves rolled outward, sweeping up fragments of leaves.
Zhao Shaoyuan looked at Shang Huan in surprise. "You actually dodged the Black Iron Heart-Piercing Nail?"
Shang Huan's eyes flew wide open, and his heart immediately sank to the bottom.
I'm done for!
Before he could see who had come, Dark Light pierced straight through Shang Huan's chest.
Yet in the next instant, the Shang Huan whose chest had been pierced vanished completely. He himself appeared two meters away, gasping for breath.
"Huh?"
"You cultivate the Divine Movement Secret Art? No wonder you ran the farthest." Zhao Shaoyuan suddenly understood.
He casually raised a hand. Dark Light flowed, and a jet-black spike the length of a palm and as thick as a carrot appeared in his palm.
"Wait!" Shang Huan hurriedly shouted. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you!"
Zhao Shaoyuan raised a brow. "Really?"
"Really, really, really!" Shang Huan nodded frantically.
"I don't want to hear it." Zhao Shaoyuan's face was cold.
Dark Light flashed through the air and vanished.
Shang Huan's figure shattered once more, and he appeared two meters to the right, his face pale.
Zhao