Hearing Jian Yi's words, Han Zhu, who had already fled into the Void Beyond the Boundary, abruptly halted.
He turned around. The remaining half of his face was incomparably savage, one eyeball fixed fiercely on Jian Yi as he said, "This battle is a draw. Our fight ends here; it doesn't count as fleeing!"
He was stronger than Jian Yi, but he could not endure Jian Yi's fighting style, so he chose to flee.
If the two continued fighting, they would inevitably both suffer grievous losses. Since that was the case, it was better to call it a draw.
"A draw?" Jian Yi laughed. "I don't agree to a draw. Come back and keep fighting!"
"You don't agree?" Han Zhu gritted his teeth, his expression frighteningly ugly.
"You make fleeing sound so grand and righteous. Is this what an heir of the Han Clan is?" Jian Yi mocked.
"Whether you agree or not, you have to accept it. Your Thirty-Three Heavens is the invaded side—you have no right to choose!" After throwing down those harsh words, Han Zhu left, vanishing into the depths of the Void.
When he returned to the divine hall where the combatants had gathered, Heaven-Opening, Qu Lan, Yao Yueqing, and the others all looked at him strangely. They unconsciously took a step back, distancing themselves from him.
"What do you mean by this?" Han Zhu's expression darkened.
"Brother Han, why did you flee? At worst, you could have fought until both sides were wounded. He had only just broken through and had yet to stabilize his footing—the advantage was still yours," Heaven-Opening said.
He was also a sword cultivator, so he could not understand such a choice.
It was not shameful for a Quasi-Young Heaven to flee before a Young Heaven, but the reverse was utterly