By now, even Zhong Tianlang felt some regret. He should have concealed a little of his strength at the start. He had clearly frightened the two of them now; he had been a little too impatient.
Although Chao Jue and Lou Feishang were not far ahead of him, quite a few men behind them were still holding his group back, leaving him and Xiang Guiqing unable to catch up for the moment.
"Damn it, we can't keep chasing," Xiang Guiqing cursed.
"No. Are we going to let cooked ducks fly away? Keep chasing a little longer," Zhong Tianlang said angrily.
They had happened upon two prodigies of the younger generation, precisely the most suitable targets the two of them had had in mind. How could they give up now?
As long as they killed those two, their own names would surely spread throughout the Jianghu. Neither of them had much longer to live now. What did dying men have to fear? So what if their targets belonged to the Demon Hall?
Cold sweat poured down Chao Jue's and Lou Feishang's faces. Fewer and fewer subordinates remained behind them; only six were left. The others had stayed behind to block the pursuit, and their fate was already unknown. The odds were probably grim.
"Once I've caught my breath, I absolutely won't spare them," Chao Jue said viciously.
"Think about how to escape with your life first. Nothing else matters unless you survive," Lou Feishang said with a cold snort.
"Halt! Who goes there?" Just then, a figure suddenly appeared ahead, blocking their path.
"Get out of the way! Don't you recognize us?" Chao Jue barked.
The man showed no intention of stepping aside. Several more people appeared beside him, looking at the two with mockery written all over their faces.
"Well,