Yun Che watched the Browless Old Man slowly closing in, his eyes nearly splitting with rage, and shook his head helplessly.
How many experts had he forced to burn their blood essence just to chase him now?
Why bother? Why put yourself through this?
Couldn't everyone just take a step back?
Why insist on fighting to the death?
With a slight turn of his wrist, Yun Che took out the Three-Flame Soul-Chasing Dart.
He had held off using it not because he begrudged spending it, but because he feared it would fail to kill in one strike and let his opponent escape.
If a mighty Void Venerable Realm expert wanted to leave, he had no way of stopping him with his current strength.
"Old man, let it go!"
"When will this cycle of vengeance ever end?"
"I'm telling you, my reputation isn't undeserved."
"I simply don't want to waste my trump cards on a mere Void Venerable like you."
The Browless Old Man nearly fell out of the sky in fury.
Just listen to him! Was that something a human would say?
A mere Void Venerable!
Do you know how much I sacrificed to reach the Void Venerable Realm?
"You little bastard, enough talk."
"No matter what, I'll tear you into pieces today."
"Don't you like plucking hair?"
"I'll help you out for free too, and let you experience the pain of losing your hair!"
Yun Che hurriedly waved his hands. "There's really no need. I prefer myself with hair."
"Hmph, you don't get a choice!"
The Browless Old Man's fury had reached its limit. His eyes bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and moved at an extraordinary speed, instantly appearing within three meters behind Yun Che.
"You little bastard, let's see you run now!"
As he spoke, the Browless Old