A Despicable Choice

If even their Combined Attack Formation had been smashed, what other methods could they possibly have left before Yang Chen?

They were fairly self-aware. They knew perfectly well that once the Combined Attack Formation was broken, although they held the advantage in numbers, they had no chance whatsoever of exchanging blows with Yang Chen. Before Yuan Yong and Fu Qingqing could say anything, the disciples scattered in panic and fled in all directions.

When an army was defeated, it collapsed like a mountain slide—this was probably what that meant.

Fu Qingqing and Yuan Yong had never expected that these fellow disciples, who had usually been friendly and close with them, would prove so useless at such a critical moment. They fled the instant they could, without even looking back!

At that thought, Yuan Yong and Fu Qingqing felt a chill run down their backs. They could clearly sense Yang Chen's eyes locking onto them. Yang Chen was staring at them without blinking!

Clearly, Yang Chen's ultimate targets were still them!

"Run!" Without a second thought, Yuan Yong and Fu Qingqing turned and fled.

Compared to Fu Qingqing, Yuan Yong was a True Martial Realm expert, far stronger than her. As he fled in a rush, his speed naturally surpassed hers by an unknown margin.

Fu Qingqing was far behind. In the blink of an eye, Yuan Yong had widened the distance between them, and she cried out nervously, "Senior Brother Yuan Yong, Senior Brother Yuan Yong, wait for me!"

Fu Qingqing had thought Yuan Yong would do as he usually did, gently coming back to give her a hand. But she soon discovered that she had been wrong. Yuan Yong did no such thing, fleeing on his own without even the slightest intention of turning around to look at her.