"I'm in no hurry, but don't go regretting it!"
A trace of almost imperceptible melancholy tinged Chen Jue's words.
It involuntarily stirred a feeling in the blood-red Nine-Headed Bat King before him that he could not bear to part with Chen Jue.
At those words, a faint gleam of satisfaction flitted through the blood-red Nine-Headed Bat King's crimson eyes.
"Go on!"
Chen Jue's eyes flickered. He nodded lightly, then turned to leave.
The moment he stepped out of the blood-drenched Slaughter Hall, an unusual presence quietly spread through the air.
Three men and one woman stood beyond the threshold, each with a distinct silhouette.
Chen Jue's gaze brushed over them, and a barely perceptible wariness rose within him.
Just as Chen Jue leisurely passed a refined, elegant man holding a feather fan-
An indescribable chill crept up his spine, a cold sense of danger coming from behind.
He spun around to see an exquisitely carved feather fan slicing through the air like an arrow loosed from a bow, hurtling straight at him with a biting whistle.
A faint chill seemed to linger around the feather fan.
Yet Chen Jue reacted with extraordinary agility. With a slight shift, he leaped as lightly as a falling leaf, deftly evading the lethal strike by a hair's breadth.
The feather fan swept beneath his feet before landing securely back in its wielder's hand.
Everything happened so quickly that there was scarcely time to react.
The man lightly clapped his hands, an approving smile curling his lips as he spoke leisurely.
"As expected of someone who defeated the Silver-Armored Commander. Your spiritual power and perception truly surpass those of ordinary people."
Beside him, a seductive, alluring woman heard this, and surprise flashed in her eyes.
After all, she knew the characteristics of her leader's martial