Zhao Muye responded without hesitation: "Take care of yourself!"
He initially intended to tear open the space and escape, but as soon as he circulated his Spiritual Power, he realized something was wrong.
The space in a thousand-mile radius was already shattered to pieces, filled with unstable void cracks everywhere.
In his heavily injured state, if he forcibly traversed the space, he might be torn to shreds by the chaotic space currents before he could even escape.
"Damn it!" he cursed, immediately changing his strategy, igniting the last traces of his Spiritual Power, transforming into a crimson streak of light as he broke through the sky.
In the shadows, Zhou Qing was stunned.
He never expected that the gentle and serene Miss Yu Yan would be the cousin of that boorish Zhao Muye.
A burly man who always resorted to fists, and a demure, elegant lady whose every movement exuded scholarly grace — the contrast was simply too great.
