He Suoyi ran through the forest without looking back, weaving and dodging around one rift after another hanging in midair, while figures who did not belong to this era kept bursting out of them.
Du Yu chased after him like a madman, axe in hand.
He Suoyi was gravely wounded, his heart meridians severed, and was now no different from an ordinary mortal. But Du Yu knew that unless he killed him here, none of this would end.
Once He Suoyi recovered, this "golden age" would truly become everything he wished for.
He Suoyi darted around an enormous tree, and Du Yu followed him.
But the old bastard had hidden behind the tree. Holding a thick branch he had picked up from the ground, he swung it viciously at Du Yu.
Du Yu furrowed his brow and raised his axe to block, but the tremendous impact still knocked him to the ground.
The moment Du Yu fell, He Suoyi acted decisively, straddling him and trying to wrest the axe from his hands.
But Du Yu was young and strong. He clung tightly to the axe without letting go and punched He Suoyi in the head.
Already wounded, He Suoyi coughed up a great mouthful of blood.
Du Yu seized the chance to get up and pin He Suoyi beneath him, while onlookers kept approaching.
They wore clothes from different dynasties and spoke with accents from different regions:
"Young man! Stop hitting him! Honor the elders of others as you would your own!"
"Should we call the police? Let's record this first. Maybe he's just a bad man who's grown old."
Gritting his teeth, Du Yu clamped his hands around He Suoyi's throat, ignoring every voice around him.
He Suoyi's face turned crimson as his hands kept groping for something.
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