Xu Qi 'an ran madly all the way, not daring to look back. He repeatedly jumped from roof to roof. This was the first time he had faced a high-ranked powerhouse, and his heart was still lingering with a strong fear.
If the Golden Lotus Daoist priest hadn't sacrificed himself to save him, he would have died in the next round without a doubt, and he wouldn't have had the time to use the spells in the spellbook.
Even with the help of Daoist priest Golden Lotus, the spells in the spellbook would most likely be unable to compete with the other party.
Xu Qi 'an had never felt such a heart-wrenching fear before.
"Who's there?"
Two Watchmen standing on the roof noticed Xu Qi 'an, who was wearing a black robe. One of them pulled out a standard long knife, and the other took down a Gong.
"It's me," he said. Xu Qi 'an took off his hood and took out the gold medal.
"Lord Xu ..."
