"Two?"
Lian Youming showed no sign of panic.
The more people pursued him, the greater Li Da and the others' chances of winning.
"I think you've lost your mind! You can't even save yourself, yet you're still thinking of protecting others!"
How could Ma Laosi fail to understand Lian Youming's intentions? He kept sneering from a dozen meters away.
As that sinister voice drifted over, Lian Youming said softly, "People like you, who dream of rising above all living beings yet care nothing for others' lives, could never understand what people like us wish for and seek."
Ma Laosi was using Eight Steps Chasing the Cicada, moving with astonishing speed. Whenever he lifted his feet, his insteps arched high, his soles seeming to draw inward. As he landed, the outer edges of his feet took the force first, followed by his soles sinking and drawing on that force again. The two surges of power fed each other like waves, wildly increasing his speed.
The dark figure was no slower, actually using Snow Treading Without Trace, moving on one foot without disturbing a single leaf. The figure's qi dynamics were contained like a pool of still water, with not the slightest trace leaking out.
The expert who wielded flying knives.
This was actually a martial artist at foresight perfection.
Fortunately, Lian Youming had Divine Mobility. As he shifted and darted, he trailed layers of afterimages beneath the moon, seeming neither real nor illusory, wondrous beyond compare.
Ma Laosi remained expressionless, his gaze especially cold, though his voice was full of feeling. "That's because you haven't experienced enough. You've never lived through turbulent times, suffered separation and death, or seen brothers turn on each other and husbands and wives become enemies. Naturally, you don't understand that, at the end of a person's