1111 Xu Guang's speed wasn't slow, with three true meanings of Martial Dao. Although none were speed-related, they were enough to make his speed surpass the ordinary First Grade.
Yin Kuang and Qing Ye did not rush in immediately. It seemed the two were also wary of each other, or rather, everyone here distrusted one another, even if they belonged to the same faction.
This gave Xu Guang an opportunity to escape.
He glanced at Yin Kuang, his gaze fierce, as if memorizing him completely.
Yin Kuang looked at Xu Guang with an equally murderous intent.
Accompanied by a flash of red light, blood rain descended from the sky.
Only a residual image was left behind as Xu Guang had swiftly rushed out dozens of miles away.
Yin Kuang sneered but did not pursue him.
