Running! Gasping! Looking back! Heart pounding! Terror-stricken!
Trees raced backward through their field of vision, nearly stretching into threads. It showed just how fast they were moving. Yet at this moment, no speed could ever be fast enough. What kind of speed would it take to escape alive from beneath the halberd of that godlike, demonlike man?
Not long ago, a violent surge of energy had erupted from behind them. Even after being blocked and weakened by mountains and trees, the shockwave that reached them still made their blood churn. Aside from the little emperor, who seemed to have some protective item on him, the other three all spat out blood.
Then, they kept running!
Qian Qianqian and the Second-generation Queen Sakura were relatively all right. Though shocked and terrified by the lingering force of that strike, it was not their first time facing certain death. The more afraid they were, the clearer their minds became. But Wang Yue's disciple, Fufeng, had been so shaken that his mind was completely blank. He continued fleeing only because his previous instinct to run carried him onward; it was an unconscious act.
So, after running some distance, they reached a steep slope. Fufeng stepped into empty air and tumbled down with a shriek.
The little emperor's terrified cry rang out.
The Second-generation Queen Sakura and Qian Qianqian froze for an instant, then swooped down the slope like hawks diving upon prey. Fortunately, they reacted quickly enough to save Fufeng and the little emperor before they crashed into a protruding boulder.
"What the hell is wrong with you!? Can you bear the consequences if something happens to the little emperor? If you can't handle him, hand him over to us. Don't drag everyone down," Qian Qianqian said unhappily.
Fufeng, Wang Yue's disciple, was humiliated