Luo Tianfu would never have taken the initiative to provoke a near-suicidal assassin like Huai Ziyou, given his temperament. But Huai Ziyou had pursued him for two days, and he had already lost two capable guards in succession. If he were caught again, he feared he would have no chance of survival.
This place held endless opportunities. If he left just like that, he was unwilling to accept it.
It was only because he had rare sight of Huai Ziyou defeated and gravely injured that he decided to take a gamble. If he could kill him, he would be rid of this future threat. Better still, if he could capture him alive and force out the mastermind behind it all, that would be ideal.
Yet he had underestimated Huai Ziyou's strength and lacked an understanding of him.
Such injuries might have left others too grievously wounded even to lift a sword, but to Huai Ziyou, who had weathered countless hardships, they amounted to nothing. So long as he could still grip his sword, the killing intent in his heart would not be extinguished.
Let alone two guards at the Earth Soul Realm Late Stage, even stronger opponents would not have earned a second glance from him.
How could two wild dogs possibly shake an injured tiger?
The instant they exchanged blows, the two guards were suppressed by Huai Ziyou's swift sword until they had no room to retaliate. Even though he was wielding it with heavily injured arms, his swift sword was still far beyond what the two guards could withstand.
Watching his guards prove so useless from afar, Luo Tianfu's face darkened at once. He knew that he most likely could not take down Huai Ziyou.
After hesitating, Luo Tianfu spat out a curse in resentment, abandoned his guards,