"Hmph!"
The Masked Man narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly. His body abruptly accelerated as he charged toward Lin Taichu.
Although Lin Taichu was furious, he did not dare to clash head-on with his opponent. The other man was far too powerful; if he fought him directly, he would undoubtedly be killed.
Thus, Lin Taichu had no choice but to retreat, flying rapidly into the distance.
Bang! Bang!
The Masked Man moved like lightning. Every movement produced a thunderous roar, like war drums pounding, making the grass and trees on the ground tremble.
"You're playing with fire! If this continues, it won't be long before the Lin Family arrives. When that happens, you'll definitely die!"
Lin Taichu roared as he retreated again and again, yet he was still no match for his opponent. He had already been wounded, and after using his magic treasure earlier, much of his strength had been depleted. He had long since lost his former imposing manner.
The Masked Man said nothing and continued his pursuit as the two of them fled.
Whoosh!
A figure flashed forward and blocked their path. It was Su Ming.
"You little bastard, what are you? How dare you block our way? Are you courting death?" Upon seeing Su Ming, Lin Taichu could not help cursing. He then looked at the two corpses behind Su Ming, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"You little bastard, hand their souls over to me. I guarantee I won't kill you."
"Lin Taichu, is there something wrong with your brain? Those two are disciples of the demon sect, yet you want their souls? Are you an idiot?" Su Ming sneered.
"You!" Lin Taichu froze.
The Masked Man glanced at the Masked Man beside him and said, "Since that's the case, let me personally send them