"Kid, think you can escape from the palm of my hand? Dream on!"
The killing intent on Qing Mo's face intensified. He leaped onto a large tree and, stepping from branch to branch, relentlessly pursued Ling Chen.
Ling Chen was merely a warrior of the Nine Heavy Realm, while Qing Mo was a Third Level Martial Artist. The power gap between them was considerable, and in no time, Qing Mo had narrowed the distance to about ten meters.
He's really persistent.
Glancing back, Ling Chen frowned slightly. It was clear Qing Mo wouldn't rest until he had taken Ling Chen's life.
Looking ahead, Ling Chen suddenly veered, plunging into the area to his front right.
At this moment, Qing Mo had caught up and made the same turn.
SWISH SWISH!
Just then, two cold glints of light shot fiercely toward Qing Mo.
"Trifling Tricks."
Qing Mo flicked his sleeve, swatting the two cold lights away. They embedded themselves in a nearby large tree—two hidden weapon Darts.
