As he looked again at the boy darting across the sprawling rooftops, a strange light glinted in Chu Mu's eyes.
The old man was dead. Of the whole operation to eliminate the Rebels, only three of his disciples had survived.
And this boy, if he remembered correctly, was one of those disciples.
As for why the boy hadn't used such skills during the previous mountain encirclement, that was no longer Chu Mu's concern.
'All my thoughts now... are on that boy.'
'True Martial Arts are something to yearn for. In that case... wouldn't Immortal Gods... drive a man to madness?'
Li Jinghong had clearly gone mad. The bloody wounds covering his body didn't seem to affect him in the slightest.
His usual haughty demeanor was gone, replaced by a savage expression. His eyes, filled with nothing but raw greed, were locked onto the fleeing boy.
One pursued, one fled!
In the blink of an eye, they were about to vanish into the night.
