"Using the North Sea Demon Court to pressure me? Hmph!"
Yang Zhengshan gave a cold snort. He had no intention of stopping.
Perhaps if he let Shui Ji go, Shui Ji would not pester him afterward, but he felt there was a high chance Shui Ji would keep the hatred buried in his heart, because just now Yang Zhengshan had stripped away five hundred years of Shui Ji's lifespan. A grudge like that was impossible to resolve.
Besides, since the other party had wanted to rob him, then naturally, he wanted to rob the other party in return. One Must Know, Shui Ji still had a great deal of Yin Spring Pulp in his hands, and that was precisely what Yang Zhengshan wanted.
Seeing that Yang Zhengshan was about to catch up, Shui Ji immediately passed out of the Great Void and arrived in the real world, and Yang Zhengshan followed right after him.
At this moment, they were still in the depths of the Wanhua Mountain Range. The direction Shui Ji was fleeing was south, not north.
The two flew one in front and one behind at extreme speed.
Only then did Yang Zhengshan clearly see the other party's appearance: a tall, burly build, azure-blue skin, no strands of hair on his head, but instead a fish fin.
"Why must Your Excellency press me so bitterly?" Shui Ji transmitted with an ugly expression.
"Ha!"
Yang Zhengshan was too lazy to waste words with him. While controlling the Flowing Shadow Shuttle in flight, he gave a thunderous shout and spat out Yi Wood Divine Thunder, driving it straight at Shui Ji.
Shui Ji did not dare stop to block it, and could only enter the Great Void again.
Afterward, the two of them were like children playing hide-and-seek, constantly shuttling