Spirit City.
Dozens of miles away.
Tang Chen's aura suddenly weakened.
"Ancestor, what's wrong?"
Tang Hao was about to stop.
"Don't..."
"Stop..."
Tang Chen's face was pale, and he spoke in ragged gasps.
Hearing this, Tang Chen forced out another breath. "I said don't stop. Qian Daoliu could very well catch up. Spirit Hall has so many experts that if we fall into their encirclement, we'll be in serious trouble."
"But your injuries?"
Tang Hao was deeply worried about Tang Chen.
"It's fine. I won't die."
Tang Chen waved a hand.
"Grandfather, where should we go now? We can't keep running aimlessly like this, can we? Why don't we find the remaining Clear Sky Sect clansmen, or return to Slaughter City?"
Tang Hao panicked, completely at a loss as to what to do.
"Are you trying to get our clansmen killed, or get me killed?"
Tang Chen's voice suddenly turned cold and stern.
"Grandfather, why would you say that?"
Tang Hao panicked.
He truly panicked. Tang Chen's sudden severity was more than he could bear.
"If we go looking for the Clear Sky Sect disciples now, wouldn't we be delivering disaster right to their doorstep?"
"As for returning to Slaughter City, do you want to watch that beast, the Nine-Headed Bat King, possess me again?"
Tang Chen gave Tang Hao a cold look before speaking.
This... Tang Hao's expression froze. He truly had no idea what to say.
He had no ideas left, either.
"We'll go overseas, to Sea God Island," Tang Chen revealed his plan.
Sea God Island? Tang Hao was taken aback.
He had heard about Spirit Hall returning in defeat. Clearly, Sea God Island was no welcoming place, either.
"Heh, relax. Qian Daoliu is Qian Daoliu, and I, Tang Chen, am Tang Chen. How could he compare