Gao Yi's heart pounded in alarm—his opponent's martial skill was far greater than his own!
He was furious and indignant, but he made a split-second decision. He immediately turned and ran for the main gate!
'If I can just get out of here, I'll be safe!'
But when he looked back, he found the main gate was already shut. A man in black, close-fitting attire stood there with his arms crossed over his sword, his posture casual.
Their eyes met.
Lian Zhou's lips curled into a grin.
"You've got some skill, but not much."
He didn't even last three moves.
Gao Yi was enraged, but a deep fear also began to bloom in his heart—'At such a close distance, how did I not sense an ambush?!'
He glanced back and saw that the man he had just fought had already sheathed his sword, his expression cold and detached.
"If I'd known it would be like this, you could have come alone. There was no need to call me."
