Over a thousand feet away, Jiang Changbin heard the shout and took to his heels without another word!
When it comes to this sort of thing, I've always done as I'm told.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Shang Qingyun hated him to the bone. How could he let him escape? He took a palm strike from Mu Yanyan's eldest senior brother and a sword strike from Sister Lan head-on, using their force to launch himself into the air and give chase with all his might. For a moment, he was like a rainbow streaking across the heavens, trailing blood as he carved a misty passage through the rain toward Jiang Changbin.
Han Song and Yang Yu simultaneously unleashed their sword-body unity moves again, flying up to intercept him.
As a Dan Origin Realm Grandmaster, Jiang Changbin was naturally no slow mover when going all out. In an instant, he had already fled over ten thousand feet, but Shang Qingyun was faster still-and kept gaining speed.
Behind him, Mu Yanyan gave a piercing cry and hurled her longsword, sending it streaking like a beam of light toward the center of Shang Qingyun's back.
Shang Qingyun abruptly bent his left leg to block it. With a clang, Mu Yanyan's longsword flew back, spinning like a windmill and humming tremulously.
But this also slowed Shang Qingyun's pursuit by a fraction.
That tiny difference allowed Han Song and Yang Yu, their bodies united with their swords, to catch up from behind. Their repeated attacks slowed Shang Qingyun more and more.
Meanwhile, the fleeing Jiang Changbin had vanished completely into the night, leaving no trace.
Seeing the man he hated most escape, Shang Qingyun roared again and again, lashing out with fists and feet, his offensive even fiercer than before.
With a bang, Shang