"Hiss…"
Zhao Yun's figure flashed and appeared on an inconspicuous hillside outside the city.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to look up at the sky. A layer of blue flames spread outward, and from within came a faint, intensely hot and terrifying aura. From the moment King Qingyang had seen through their whereabouts, Zhao Yun had felt ill at ease and speculated that King Qingyang's injuries had already healed.
As an assassin,
facing a fully recovered heavenly king,
and moreover, under the circumstances of losing the first move and having his trail exposed,
even if Zhao Yun were given ten more doses of courage, he would still lack the confidence to fight and win. Thus, from the beginning, he had not planned to strike but rather how to escape from the battlefield.
Fortunately, Huang Cheng was reliable enough to create an opportunity for him to escape with his life.
Although it seemed somewhat unfair to Huang Cheng, Zhao Yun did not feel guilty about it.
As the saying goes,
