"All she has to do is sweep her hand. She doesn't need time to muster Profound Qi or cast anything," Pei Ye continued, "and she won't fall out of the sky like you, either."
"Can she fly as far as I can, then?"
"Then fly!"
Zhu Gaoyang truly had no chance to fly now. He could hardly be expected to suddenly comprehend "Cloud Palace Lord" at a time like this. Never mind casting a technique-if he paused for even an instant, the attacks of the three Entering the Palace Gate cultivators behind him would strike him immediately.
In fact, stopping to fight was excessively dangerous. Having experienced it himself, Pei Ye now understood that. He suspected it wasn't that the two of them couldn't keep running, but that the man simply couldn't suppress that fierce spirit that looked down upon life and death. Just as back on Xin Cang Mountain, even with only a few breaths left in him, he had still insisted on turning around to kill a few enemies.
Chasing me down to kill me? How many lives have you got?
Pei Ye sighed. "I think you're the real Zhang Yide."
Zhu Gaoyang was baffled. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Pei Ye sighed again. "An old affliction flares up again!"
Zhu Gaoyang stopped paying attention to the boy in his hand. Moving his mouth was about all the boy was good for right now, anyway. The man abruptly turned his head, his expression grave-he hadn't slowed down, yet the Wei River Envoy on his right had still caught up.
Zhu Gaoyang had no intention of exchanging blows again. Strategically speaking, their mission was to destroy the undertaking of the Feast and force out the master of Mirage City. They were doing a scout's work, aiming to force the