If someone made it clear that nothing would satisfy him but your death, then if you wanted to live, the best course was to kill him before he killed you!
Han Shuo and Florida had been at odds from the beginning, and the matter with Phoebe had magnified that hatred beyond measure. Florida had not only declared early on that he had to kill Han Shuo, but had acted on it as well. Naturally, Han Shuo would not sit back and wait to die.
After a day of pursuit, it was now well past midnight. The bright moon hung high in the sky like a cold, enormous eye, looking down on everything below. Fierce, icy winds swept through the towering ancient trees, scattering the thick snow and ice on their branches with an incessant rustling.
Han Shuo stood in midair, the Demon-Slaying Edge in his right hand, his expression cold and his gaze resolute and merciless. At that moment, he stood like a lofty mountain across Florida's path to hope.
Only by getting past Han Shuo would Florida have any hope of survival!
"If you step aside now, I guarantee that I will never be your enemy again!" Florida said somewhat helplessly as he looked at Han Shuo. Suffering from magical backlash, his mental power had plummeted during his flight. He was now badly injured, and his strength was far below what it had been.
Han Shuo laughed freely, but the sound was as cold as an ice cave. He gave Florida a long look, shook his head, and said, "Sorry, but I think your death would be a little more effective than your guarantee!"
At those words, Florida knew there was no room for negotiation. His expression turned vicious and dark. "My grandfather is Ferguson, an Archmage of the