Run

Chen Yao swallowed the Nine Soul Fire Grass, and the injuries covering his body eased considerably. An aura far more overbearing than before also became unmistakably clear to Lin Shuguang and Bun Head.

The two exchanged a glance, neither knowing what the other was thinking.

After looking at the sky, Chen Yao rose to his feet. His tone carried the cold indifference of someone who treated human lives like weeds: "Get up. You're both coming with me!"

Bun Head's eyes flickered as she stood, seemingly calculating how to escape.

But deep down, she understood that even with someone else she had dragged into this mess by her side, she still had no absolute confidence of getting away.

And if they failed to escape, this terrifying martial artist would kill her without the slightest hesitation!

While Bun Head was thinking, she turned her head and glanced at Lin Shuguang.

Yet she found not the slightest trace of anxiety on his face.

Her heart settled somewhat, and she prepared to wait and see what happened.

Chen Yao had no interest in the schemes of the two. More accurately, he simply disdained them.

It was the powerful confidence that came from absolute strength.

More than an hour later, after driving Lin Shuguang and Bun Head into a canyon, Chen Yao stopped paying attention to them and began setting traps all around.

The intense stench of blood permeating the area made both Lin Shuguang and Bun Head glance at each other, a chill running through their entire bodies.

Their instincts told them that something lived nearby whose strength was no weaker than that of this terrifying martial artist.

A person?

Or perhaps...

Lin Shuguang's mind was clouded with suspicion.

Bun Head suddenly moved closer and said in an extremely low voice, "Don't blame me