On this side, Kun Ze Haosan, rejected by Ling Zhenfei, flew into a rage. On one hand, he ordered the assassins to launch an attack on Ling Zhenfei, and on the other, he was about to retreat and withdraw.
"Hmph, if you run away, who will I use as a human shield?"
How could Ling Zhenfei let Kun Ze Haosan slip through his fingers right under his nose? He immediately snorted sharply, his figure flashed like lightning, and he reached out to grab the back of Kun Ze Haosan's collar.
"Quick! Stop him!"
Tan Shaojie, who had been enjoying the misfortune just now, was shocked when he saw Ling Zhenfei's action. He shouted loudly and his figure shot out like a bolt of lightning, trying to stop Ling Zhenfei.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of two flowing robes marking their trajectories, two figures simultaneously pounced toward Kun Ze Haosan.
Tan Shaojie's speed was undeniably fast, but compared to Ling Zhenfei, it still fell far behind.
