"Why the rush to leave?"
Fang Han shouted coldly. His Cloud Splitting Sword transformed into a Cyan Sword Light, slashing straight at Yuan Ye's back.
Yuan Ye threw a punch behind him. Fist and sword collided, creating a deep, muffled boom.
"BOOM!"
He used the force of the recoil to accelerate his retreat, floating backward and putting distance between himself and Fang Han.
Wu Zheng, forcing his injured body forward, gave chase for several steps. He thrust out both fists, sending two ice-blue Fist Seals hurtling toward Yuan Ye.
Yuan Ye dodged to the side, the Fist Seals grazing the corner of his robes as they shot past.
They struck an ancient tree behind him, which instantly froze over before shattering into countless ice crystals.
"Fang Han, next time, I'll kill you for sure!"
Yuan Ye was already dozens of yards away. His voice, carrying from afar, was filled with irrepressible fury and resentment.
