"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"
"Are you trying to kill me, Li?!"
Li Chen calmly withdrew his blade, looked at Fan Bayin, and sneered, "If I'd been a bit slower, you'd really be done for!"
At this moment, Li Chen and Fan Bayin were standing over twenty meters away from the Gu King.
Fan Bayin's previously flashy cloak now lay in a stinking heap of rags thrown aside, with two or three wounds visible on his body, all appearing to be blade cuts.
This was the result of Li Chen's quick action, directly slicing away the part of Fan Bayin's body that had touched the green liquid.
If not, even Li Chen dared not imagine if Fan Bayin's body would end up like that discarded cloak.
What was amusing was that while Fan Bayin was fleeing earlier, some of that green liquid got onto his hair as well. Li Chen's swift blade took off a large chunk of his hair.
The only thing Fan Bayin could boast about in terms of appearance, his hairstyle, became avant-garde.
