Whenever he thought of how this fellow had caused his efforts to come to nothing time and again, nearly sending even the artifact forged from his heart's blood into bottomless space, the resentment in Zhou Huaishe's chest felt ready to erupt like a volcano at any moment.
But his injuries were too severe now. His flying speed had dropped sharply, and his head felt as though countless steel needles were stabbing into it.
"Hand over the secret treasure. I can guarantee that I'll only break both your arms and spare your life!"
He spoke in a low voice through the pain.
"Go screw your mother! Do you take me for an idiot?" Zhao Ke's street-thug nature showed itself as well. He held the greatest secret treasure of the Sand Time Divine Palace, so his opponent was wary of breaking the vessel for fear of the rat. The man did not dare go too far, afraid Zhao Ke might accidentally destroy the treasure.
"The dignified Red Banner King, vice sect master of the Red Ridge Gate that dominated half the realm, actually got this furious at a mere Foundation Establishment Realm brat. You've chased him this long without results. What a laughable joke!"
Suddenly, another woman's voice, gentle yet steeped in eerie mystery, came from directly ahead of Zhao Ke's escape route.
"Fuck!"
Zhao Ke's expression changed again.
"You filthy bitch, it's you!"
Holding the unconscious Ye Qingchang, he came to a hard stop and stared ahead gravely.
A beautiful White Skirt Woman floated there, her delicate face wearing a smile. Yet behind her, the enormous phantom of a translucent black Two-Headed Dog faintly emerged.
Red Banner King Zhou Huaishe, who had been pursuing him all this time, slowly came to a stop as well. His eyes fixed coldly upon her.