Zhao Wuji on the Run

Duan Fan was not affected by Gray's emotions. He looked at Gray calmly and asked, "Bishop Gray, what happened?"

Wen Xiyue, who stood beside Duan Fan, also looked at Gray with a puzzled expression.

Gray realized that he had lost his composure. He coughed twice, then said, "Brother Duan Fan, do you remember Zhao Wuji, the Spirit Hall wanted criminal you captured before?"

Duan Fan nodded. "I remember. What happened?"

"Could it be that Zhao Wuji escaped?"

Gray nodded forcefully. "Yes, Zhao Wuji escaped!"

Duan Fan was slightly surprised. "Hadn't he already been taken away by the Martial Soul Sacred Hall? Could he still escape after reaching the Martial Soul Sacred Hall?"

At the level of the Martial Soul Sacred Hall, Soul Douluo-level Soul Masters were stationed there, and there were also quite a few Soul Sages.

Zhao Wuji might have been able to deal with several Soul Sages with his strength, but against a Soul Douluo and a considerable number of Soul Sages, there was no way he could escape.

Gray let out a long sigh. "If he had truly been taken to the Martial Soul Sacred Hall, that would have been great. He definitely wouldn't have escaped."

"The problem is that he escaped on the way to the Martial Soul Sacred Hall."

Duan Fan frowned slightly at those words. "He escaped on the way? So much time has already passed. Why did the news only reach us now?"

Duan Fan was not surprised by Zhao Wuji's ability to escape. If Zhao Wuji had not possessed some real skill, he could not have fled from the encirclement of more than a dozen Bishops back then.

Escaping while being escorted to the Martial Soul Sacred Hall was not particularly strange.

It was just that the delay was rather excessive. The