"Damn it, chase!"
Seeing Wang Hao attempting to flee, Bing Ji's face immediately darkened as she coldly commanded.
Wang Hao's movements were tricky and his speed extremely fast, with only Bing Ji able to keep up.
The Ghost Swordsman, carrying his massive sword, was panting heavily from exhaustion, yet he still couldn't catch up to Bing Ji and Wang Hao, with the distance between them growing larger and larger.
Soon, the figures of Wang Hao and Bing Ji turned into tiny black dots, vanishing into the vast sky.
Witnessing this scene, the normally unruly Ghost Swordsman felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him, chilling him from head to toe.
If only he had mastered the Gale Cross Slash, would he not have been defeated by Wang Hao? Would the Saintess not have suffered humiliation?
Thinking of the name "Saintess," a complex ripple emerged within the usually unruffled eyes of the Ghost Swordsman.
Without a doubt, he was in love with the Saintess!
