"PHEW!"
Inside the mine tunnel.
Zhao Ping pushed his True Essence to its limits, each stride covering several dozen feet. As soon as Han Tong died, he knew the battle was lost and turned to flee.
"He's terrifying. How is he so strong?"
Hearing the bloodcurdling screams behind him, Zhao Ping's eyes were filled with terror.
The scene today had scared him out of his wits. He had originally thought their forces were strong enough to assassinate Lu Yi himself. He never expected that before Chen Che, they would be as fragile as clay chickens and pottery dogs—utterly defenseless.
Even Han Tong couldn't withstand a single sword strike, a single palm strike from him!
'Where the hell did this kid come from? Could he be a Golden Core Sect Member? Good thing I ran fast. Dammit! After betraying Jinyun Valley and with Han Tong dead, I can't stay with the Han Family anymore either.'
Zhao Ping fled like a madman, his thoughts racing:
