Li Chang'an hadn't expected the sneak attack to succeed.
He was just trying his luck, thinking it would be great if it worked.
If not, then so be it.
'We're far enough from the Black Market now!'
Li Chang'an calculated the distance, stopped his escape, and turned to face Zheng Songcheng.
He summoned a Magical Artifact, seemingly preparing for a direct confrontation.
Behind him, Zheng Songcheng also came to a halt.
His face was filled with killing intent as he stared fixedly at Li Chang'an.
"Done running, are you?"
"Why should I run?"
Li Chang'an sneered and gestured to their surroundings.
"This place has excellent feng shui. It's the perfect spot for your grave!"
"Still talking tough when you're about to die!"
Enraged, Zheng Songcheng waved his hand, and a crimson Longsword instantly flew out of his Storage Pouch.
It was his Magical Artifact, the Fire Dragon Sword!
"Junior, die!"
