"Sir, put me down! I'll stay behind and cover the rear!"
Kong Qianqiu, dangling from his hand, had only seen a blur before realizing that he had somehow already arrived inside the city gate passage. Startled, he immediately let out a hoarse roar.
The thought Zhao Haiyang had just formed out of suspicion was immediately interrupted.
Right before him was the gate, while the gate guards outside the city had only just reacted.
In their panic, they hurriedly activated the formation at the gate. The massive gates rapidly swung shut, intending to seal off the entire entrance.
How could Zhao Haiyang spare any attention for Kong Qianqiu now? He had to use all his strength to shoot through the gate passage and break out of the city.
The blue-robed cultivator behind him had also caught up. His face was livid. He had clearly received intelligence beforehand, yet he had still allowed his target to escape.
Moreover, the other party had killed so many people within Rising Peace Inn, making his aura churn all the more violently.
The force behind Rising Peace Inn would definitely not let this matter rest so easily. When the time came, he would bear at least some responsibility.
The old man ahead had already charged into the gate passage. The gates were still closing, and the grand formation was flashing wildly as it activated. In the next instant, the man would pass through the gate and flee.
A fierce glint burst from the blue-robed cultivator's eyes. He no longer cared whether his attack would affect the nearby soldiers.
He grabbed the vicious ghost beside him, green-faced and fanged, then rapidly tapped its chest with his other hand. A huge gash suddenly split open across the ghost's chest.
A gray heart then shot out from its body