Su Xing saw this and slightly frowned, murmuring:
"Damn, it should be that damned Zong's Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique that predicted the danger in advance."
"So that's why he fled so quickly, right?"
Su Xing secretly cursed his miscalculation.
This damned Zong's means of self-preservation were indeed top-notch. Su Xing just had a hint of killing intent, and that damned Zong immediately abandoned everything and ran away.
"It seems, if I want to kill that damned Zong... I must first learn this Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique!"
"There is a technique within the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique that shields heavenly secrets, which should be able to block that damned Zong's crisis sense towards me..."
Su Xing murmured.
"But I don't know to what level that damned Zong has cultivated the Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique?"
Su Xing felt quite troubled at the moment, deciding to first comprehend this Eight Trigrams Fortune-Telling Technique.
