"Hmph, this young master won't stoop to your level!" After launching three consecutive strikes, Cold Frost Young Master suddenly turned and bolted for the door, making a startling escape!
Having been injured and weakened beforehand, his battle with Zhou Tong was already unfair, and he did not wish to use his ultimate move in front of Hu Mei, Wu Qi, Du Hansheng, and others. Hence, leaving was naturally his best choice.
At his level, he no longer cared about other people's judgments. As long as he slaughtered Zhou Tong in the future, who would remember today's incident?
Whoosh, his figure sped away, instantly entering the Star Sea and traveling thousands of miles in a blink.
"Dead-face, come back here, let's have another three hundred rounds!" Zhou Tong chased after him, his figure also like a streak of light.
