Not everyone in the Great Xia Imperial Clan was a man like Zhao Pan, the Prince of Yan, insatiably greedy and ruthless in his extortion.
Whatever else might be said about Zhao Hongtian, his decisiveness alone far surpassed Xiahou Bi's.
A little provocation from Chen Yuan had driven Xiahou Bi to clash with him head-on, but Zhao Hongtian had acted with absolute resolve. He had detonated his blood and qi and shattered his own primordial spirit, all to wrest a sliver of survival.
That last move had destroyed almost half of Zhao Hongtian's primordial spirit, solely to break free of the Heavenly Demon Soul-Seizing Art.
Such grievous damage could even knock him out of the Divine Altar Realm.
Moreover, he had detonated his blood and qi for one final burst of power. Damage like that had already injured his foundations and would drastically shorten his lifespan.
Even Chen Yuan had to admit that Zhao Hongtian had made almost the best possible choice in a desperate situation. Had he hesitated even an instant longer, Chen Yuan and the others would have caught him and killed him on the Qishui River.
"So close! The bastard really ran fast!"
Luo Lie shook his head regretfully.
Zhao Hongtian belonged to the imperial clan, and his standing in the Dingnan Army was second only to Xiahou Jiuxiao's. Killing him would undoubtedly have been a great victory.
"This is already a good result. Don't forget, we were the ones being ambushed today."
Luo Lie scratched his head, suddenly remembering that fact.
The Dingnan Army had anticipated their plan and actually deployed four grandmasters of the eighth-level Divine Altar Realm.
Yet now, two of the Nine Abyss Gate's men were dead and one was wounded, Zhao Hongtian of the Dingnan Army was practically crippled, and thousands of