"Tang Yi, you really think this old man fears you!"
In midair, Zhao Yuanren, who was scrambling to flee, barely blocked Tang Yi's earth-shaking Sword Qi, and instantly felt a sweetness in his throat. Yet, he did not spit out any blood, solely because his life was nearly lost and there was no blood left to spill.
Had it not been for the Martial Dao Myth, the indestructibility of the Golden Body, and the protection from the Gate of Martial Arts stopping most of Tang Yi's attacks for Zhao Yuanren, the latter would have probably been dead by now.
However, even after escaping for over a thousand li, Zhao Yuanren still couldn't shake off Tang Yi who was pursuing him relentlessly.
Determined to make his kill, Tang Yi wouldn't let Zhao slip away easily this time.
Just then, a dark cloud approached from afar. Zhao Yuanren, struck by an idea, instantly hid within it, attempting to escape Tang Yi's pursuit.
"Naive!"
