As the saying went, if you dared to be flayed alive, you dared to drag the emperor from his throne.
A savage gleam flashed in the black-clad leader's eyes. Gritting his teeth, he let out a low growl, madness bursting from his gaze.
He no longer held his defensive stance. He suddenly turned, feigning reckless desperation as he sprinted madly toward the mouth of the alley.
His figure shot forward, seemingly trying to break out and flee for his life, yet a killing move lay concealed within.
Beneath his lowered eyelids lurked an utterly vicious calculation.
The five fingers of his right hand, hidden behind his back, clenched tightly into a fist. Every ounce of strength in his limbs and bones was wrung dry and gathered at his fist's edge.
Building momentum, sinking his force, condensing his strength!
He only waited for the instant Liu Yunche gave chase, when he would unleash the strongest strike of his life and gamble for a sliver of survival!
The situation within the alley became incomparably dangerous in that instant.
Liu Yunche watched coldly, his expression calm as still water, steady in a way no youth should have been.
He understood the hunter's way deeply. Like a supreme hunter lying in wait in the dark of night, he possessed boundless patience.
He never grew arrogant or impatient, relying only on extreme speed to circle about and slowly wear away at his prey's stamina, vitality, and will.
At the same time, he judged his distance perfectly. Having noticed his opponent's intentions, he deliberately directed his blade toward the black-clad leader's legs.
Sensing the change in Liu Yunche's saber momentum, the black-clad leader's heart tightened with anxiety. To evade it, even his movement technique twisted and warped, his speed dropping considerably.
But once his speed fell,