"Poor bastard, think you can catch up with me? Heh heh heh..."
The mustachioed man maintained his backward-forward motion, yet his speed was not slow at all, consistently staying dozens of yards ahead of the Ximen family members.
And in the face of Ximen Huaide, his face was always full of mockery, taking delight in ridiculing.
Ximen Huaide became increasingly maddened by that face, wishing fervently to tear him limb from limb and turn his bones to dust.
"Vermin! Vermin! Just you wait until your Ximen elder catches you!"
His voice sounded as if he were muttering and moaning in a dream.
It was a state of rage pushed to the extreme!
His chest felt like it was about to explode!
Ahead, the mustachioed man's figure suddenly flickered several times, unexpectedly revealing eight figures, each of them as real as the original, without the slightest hint of illusion.
As the eight figures emerged, only one phrase lingered in the air—"Ximen elder? Heh, what can you do to me?"
