Run!
He had to run!
As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.
As long as he lived, there would still be a chance.
Xiao San was still at Nuoding Academy and still needed his protection. He couldn't die here.
A trace of resolve flashed through Tang Hao's eyes.
Using the last of his strength, he pulled out the Clear Sky Hammer, turned around, and ran.
"Trying to slip away?" The fire in Lin Qing's heart flared up at once.
Letting a tiger return to the mountains?
What a joke!
If this old guy escaped today, he might bring the Clear Sky Sect back to kill him.
Then it wouldn't be as simple as a one-on-one fight.
A heap of clichéd martial arts movie lines flashed through Lin Qing's mind: "Mercy to your enemies is cruelty to yourself," and "If you don't pull the weeds out by the roots, they'll grow again when the spring breeze blows."
To hell with chivalry!
Tang Hao's bearded face was lit half bright and half dark.
He panted heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows.
Miserable.
Truly miserable.
Lin Qing couldn't help composing a mournful soundtrack for him in his mind.
He had detonated nine Soul Rings in a row.
Now, Tang Hao's Soul Power was as faint as a dying lightbulb, flickering on and off.
He was like a punctured ball, with Soul Power leaking out in streams.
Lin Qing could practically hear the hissing sound of air escaping.
The five fingers of his right hand suddenly spread wide, and a dark gold gleam surfaced beneath his skin.
"Still trying to run?" Lin Qing squeezed out those three words through clenched teeth.
He kicked off the ground, shooting forward like a cannonball.
The ground cracked open in