But if they were indeed outsiders, it means someone with high privilege had brought them here.
'Murong Xie.' that was the only name Han Yu could think of.
Lei Xing smiled thinly.
"No. Tonight, you die for real."
Without warning, Lei Xing lashed out with a palm strike.
A blast of condensed Qi ripped through the mist, heading straight for Han Yu.
Han Yu gritted his teeth.
No more running.
It was time to see just how far he had come.
Han Yu threw himself sideways, narrowly dodging the blast of Qi. It smashed into the ground where he had stood a heartbeat earlier, leaving a smoking crater.
He rolled and sprang to his feet, heart pounding.
Lei Xing didn't even bother to chase him immediately. He stood there, arms behind his back, eyes gleaming like a cat toying with a cornered mouse.
Han Yu's mind raced.
Think! He couldn't fight him head-on. A Peak Stage Qi Refining realm cultivator was a monster compared to him, even with his tempered body.
