At the hour of Shen, the sky was still clear.
A figure shot out through Qinghe County's main gate like an arrow loosed from the bow!
His movement was swift as lightning, his robes snapping and billowing as he tore up a howling gust. He was so fast that one might almost have taken him for an illusion.
With a flicker of his body and a touch of his toes upon the ground, he was already beyond the gate, a faint afterimage trailing behind him like the blurred track left by air ripped apart.
In the span of a single blink, the man had cleared the city gate and set foot upon the land outside.
What incredible footwork!
A sharp gleam flashed through Lin Chong's eyes. He immediately moved to intercept. The instant that afterimage leaped high into the air, he sprang from the carriage. His motions were clean and decisive, without the slightest unnecessary pause—like a tiger pouncing on prey, like an eagle sweeping through the sky. He cut him off midair and forcibly drove that afterimage back to the ground.
Boom!
The two figures landed heavily, their feet kicking up clouds of dust.
They faced one another, and a fierce, killing aura abruptly surged forth.
After landing, the fleeing man paused slightly, a trace of surprise and wariness flashing through his eyes. Hearing the shouts of pursuit behind him, he slowly retreated half a step and raised both palms. Demonic energy churned around him as he adjusted his breathing and entered a fighting stance.
Lin Chong, meanwhile, wore a cold gaze. His feet did not move as he lifted his hands and slowly clenched his fingers into fists.
Before him stood a young man barely past twenty, dressed in coarse hemp clothes. Broad and powerfully built, he looked