"At this point, do you really think you can still leave?"
As the voice dropped, a tall and handsome figure, resembling an immortal banished from heaven, appeared in True Monarch Bihai's line of sight.
At this moment, the spatial fluctuations around True Monarch Bihai grew increasingly intense.
Almost ready to leave the void at any moment.
"Hehe..."
True Monarch Bihai's Nascent Soul didn't speak.
But from his mocking glance, it was clear he didn't believe a word Ji Haoyuan had just said.
In response, Ji Haoyuan didn't waste any more words.
He casually formed a seal technique with his hand.
Instantly, True Monarch Bihai, who was about to tear through space and leave, was filled with a myriad of dissatisfaction and resentment.
Why, why?
Why should I flee?
What does Nanhua count for?
He's merely a defeated dog once under my hand.
If not for that little thief Xuan Yuan, Nanhua would have already died by my hand.
Yet now, I must escape from his grasp.
