"Oh? Interesting. You do have some skill. To have trained Phantom Seven Hands to such a level, it seems the rumors were right—our Third Young Master is quite gifted as well."
In the distance, Zayik covered his lips and laughed.
"You sure talk a lot. Haven't you heard the saying? Those who talk too much tend to die easily."
With that, Hong Batian vanished from Zayik's sight in an instant.
"Trying to run again?"
Zayik gave a soft laugh and was just about to move to pursue him when, in the next moment, dozens of transparent threads shot toward him.
In his urgency, Zayik hastily leaped several times to evade them. When he looked again, he saw an identical version of himself standing before him, staring at him without blinking.
"I'd almost forgotten about you. Supreme Arts really are troublesome."
With that, the two entered into fierce battle.
Meanwhile, Hong Batian had long since fled with Hong Yue in his arms.
As for fighting? He had never intended to truly fight. After all, he only had one life—he had to be cautious, cautious, and cautious again. Since that guy knew him so well, he surely possessed some trump card specifically meant to counter him.
Therefore, a direct confrontation would be unfavorable to him.
"Now I can only hope to find somewhere quiet to hide. Once the time comes, we can just leave this place."
Hong Batian and Hong Yue hid inside a cave, treasures constantly flying from his hands and being placed throughout the cavern.
Only after finishing everything did Hong Batian clap his hands.
"I wonder how the others are doing."
Hong Yue crouched on the ground, holding a fiery-red arrow as she drew circles and muttered to herself.
Even under Hong Batian's protection, she had ended up in