Wuding estimated the situation, realizing that it was impossible to capture Lei Zhentang or Wang Daozhong before they could consolidate their forces. Even quick assassination had become difficult.
He made a swift decision to retreat quickly. Before leaving, his fierce and ferocious gaze fixed on Wang Daozhong, almost as if he wanted to bite a chunk off him.
Zhao Changhe, light as the breeze, thought to himself, "Old Wang is getting the blame, bite him if you want, but Zhao Changhe has nothing to do with this…"
Up ahead, Lei Zhentang, clutching the wound ravaged by Sword Qi, struggled forward and said, "Thank you, Wang…"
He hadn't finished his words when "Wang Daozhong" struck again with his sword, viciously piercing his other rib. "Wang has OCD. Just evening things out for you. No need to thank me."
In the midst of the stunned Black Miao, Wang Daozhong ran towards the other direction where Wuding had escaped.
