Outside Yan Capital City, the rain was pouring heavily.
The main road was a mire of mud.
In such weather, naturally no one would be out walking.
But at this moment, two figures dashed out from the curtain of rain, racing forward.
The speed was so quick that a channel was carved through the rain, lingering for quite a while.
Jin Cunyue, who was running at the front, grew more and more astonished as he ran.
He originally thought that even if he couldn't defeat Zhao Ya in a fight, he should at least have no problem in escaping.
But he never expected that this Zhao Ya was not only outstanding in blade techniques but also formidable in body techniques.
Jin Cunyue tried accelerating and changing directions several times to shake off Zhao Ya, but failed each time.
