"Feng Haizhong, where do you think you're running to now?" Chu Hao put aside his feelings for the gray-clothed elder and said icily.
Just as Feng Haizhong turned around to start running, he shuddered upon hearing the words, but his feet did not slow down, and he immediately broke into a run. However, just as he leaped forward, everything before him turned dark, and a tall figure had already blocked his path.
He was startled and hurriedly swung his sword to attack.
Smack—the long sword was grasped by the opponent's hand, as if it were embedded in a mountain, and he could not pull it out at all.
It was none other than Chu Hao.
Wasn't this guy right behind him? When did he run to the front?
"Don't take other people's belongings. To take without permission is to be a thief," Chu Hao said forcefully, pulling the sword. Feng Haizhong couldn't hold onto the hilt, and the Deep Blue Sword immediately returned to Chu Hao's hand, where he stored it in the Mustard Seed Ring.
