At this moment, Ye Qingchen was only a few hundred meters away from Zhang Hu. Seeing Ye Qingchen's unguarded appearance, a cold smile spread across Zhang Hu's face. In his eyes, Ye Qingchen was already a dead man.
Zhang Hu had already secretly gathered his Spiritual Energy. He abided by the principle that even a lion must use its full strength to hunt a rabbit, and as a deathsworn of the Qin Family, Zhang Hu understood this all too well. Therefore, by the time Ye Qingchen was a hundred meters away, Zhang Hu's Martial Technique was ready. He was just waiting for his target to enter his attack range before he would strike like thunder and slice him in two.
Ye Qingchen, however, seemed completely unaware. He continued to walk forward casually, drawing closer and closer.
Eighty meters, fifty meters, thirty meters!
