Lu Hao turned around and was about to attack another third-rank martial artist when he suddenly sensed a powerful presence attacking from ahead.
Instinctively, Lu Hao gripped his saber, unleashed his Vital Blood, and slashed behind him. A powerful burst of energy exploded, sending him flying more than ten meters. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
If not for his fourth-rank inner armor and fully tempered ribs, that kick would probably have ruptured his internal organs outright.
He glanced at Qin Fengqing and Wang Jinyang. Neither had finished off his opponent, but he could hardly blame them. Less than half a minute had passed since the battle began.
He could keep unleashing killing moves because he could replenish his Vital Blood, so naturally, he killed faster.
"Wang, Qin! There's a fifth-rank here! Retreat and meet at the rendezvous point!" Lu Hao roared, then fled toward the place where they had dug their tunnels earlier.
The enemy fifth-rank martial artist ignored Qin Fengqing and Wang Jinyang and chased straight after Lu Hao.
"Are you fucking nuts? I'm only third-rank! Why aren't you chasing Wang? He's fourth-rank!"
Perhaps he considered Lu Hao the greatest threat. After all, Lu Hao was the only one who had killed a fourth-rank martial artist here. The other two were still fighting.
Or perhaps he recognized Lu Hao as a genius. A middle third-rank killing an upper fourth-rank was certainly reason enough to kill him first.
Whatever the actual reason, he was coming after Lu Hao.
At this point, Lu Hao threw caution to the wind and ran for his life. If he got caught, he would surely die.
That mere kilometer felt terribly long to Lu Hao. He was starting to regret not properly learning a footwork technique. Now he could only rely on his