"Yu Qian, you bastard..."
"Our Hammer Mercenary Corps helped the Yu Family quite a bit back then, yet now they actually want to silence us..." Yang Fei muttered under his breath as he fled cautiously along the narrow trail.
Even among the members of the mercenary corps, very few people knew about this trail. Its purpose was strictly for the commander to escape, but unfortunately, Yang Fan never got the chance to use his own backup route before perishing at Yu Qian's hands.
My father and the others are probably in grave danger...
I won't be able to stay around Ghost King City any longer; I'll probably have to head to the Eastern Continent to hide out first, especially since the entire Eastern Continent Tournament is about to begin... Yang Fei thought continuously as he moved at top speed, his mind racing.
Before his escape, his father had already transferred a significant portion of the corps' wealth over to him. Combined with the sealing Dou Ji, Yang Fei was confident he could carve out a place for himself in the Eastern Continent Tournament, and at that time, he would be able to leap over the dragon gate.
"Sorry, you might not have time to do any of those things." Right at the next corner in the trail, Xiao Yan's voice appeared before him like a ghost, completely without sound.
"Damn it!" Seeing this, Yang Fei directly turned around and fled.
The scene of this black-robed fellow annihilating Guard Hua in the Red Pine Forest just moments ago was still vivid in his mind. Knowing he could not win, Yang Fei naturally had no choice but to turn tail and run.
"Where do you think you're running?" Xiao Yan's speed was extreme, instantly cutting off Yang Fei's path the moment he