"Are you doing it, or am I?" One Gold Thread asked.
"Why waste words? We'll take him together and end this fast. Damn it, he's running!"
Three Gold Threads' tone suddenly turned urgent. Lin Hui had actually vanished from before his eyes.
His expression changed at once, and he charged toward the wall of mist.
Through his aura senses, Lin Hui's internal energy was rushing into the Mist Zone at a speed that left him dumbfounded.
Behind him, One Gold Thread, who was slightly slower, also panicked. The merit already in his grasp was about to slip away, and he hurriedly followed at full speed.
The two of them charged into the Mist Zone after Lin Hui, one after the other.
Both were incredibly fast, covering several hundred meters in mere seconds. Yet not long after entering the mist, they stopped almost simultaneously, freezing in place.
"Wait. This brat is luring us deep into the uninhabited zone."
"What do we do?"
"Send word to the two lords. We shouldn't act rashly for now. Even Zhou Tian was two swords apiece to him—we might not be able to kill him if we go after him. His family and kin are all in town. A man may run, but his temple cannot." Three Gold Threads was remarkably level-headed.
The two swiftly pulled black cylindrical objects from their waist pouches and gave them a light—
Hiss!
Silver light flashed.
A bright sword-trace suddenly bloomed in the mist, precisely slicing the objects from their hands.
"Fuck!!"
The two scattered backward at once, but it was already too late.
The mist ahead was abruptly cleaved in two by silver sword-light. A slender ray, fine as a thread, swept across their chests at blinding speed.
The sword was too fast. Though they saw it, their bodies