"How is that possible?" As Zhang Hu charged out, Perfected Person Deqing's expression changed. He discovered that Zhang Hu could actually unleash and withdraw the Dragon Tiger Dao Seal at will. He had clearly seen it just now: after those experts dodged aside and Zhang Hu broke out of their encirclement, the palm force held latent in his hand vanished without a trace. This was simply inconceivable. Even with his own cultivation, Deqing could not unleash and withdraw it at will. When Fang Qing had dodged his palm strike earlier, he had been unable to pull it back and could only send it striking the rock face through the air.
"No, something seems wrong." Perfected Person Deqing frowned. He vaguely seemed to have grasped something, yet could not bring it to mind. There was something strange about this, but he simply could not put it into words.
"After him!" Seeing that Zhang Hu had escaped, the experts surrounding him all gave chase.
"You've got some nerve! Let's see which of you bastards dares come closer!" Zhang Hu picked up still more speed, beginning to widen the distance between himself and the experts behind him.
Besides the intricacy of Zhang Hu's lightness skill, the experts behind him were also wary. None dared pursue too closely. If they pressed him too hard and left him nowhere to turn, Zhang Hu would surely fight back with his life on the line. Whoever got too far ahead would likely be the first to face his attack.
Just as Zhang Hu was racing along with a wild laugh, an old man suddenly stood not far ahead of him. Zhang Hu frowned at the sight. He could not fathom the man's strength, but a faint aura told him that this man was no weaker than Perfected