One hundred zhang!
Fifty zhang!
Thirty zhang!
Relying on the Body Technique he comprehended from the "Cloud-Breaking Slash," Zhaang Ye had only chased for a few dozen li before he was just thirty zhang behind Fu Songcheng. A distance of thirty zhang was already within the attack range of a Martial Arts Ninth-Layer Expert. Zhaang Ye only needed to get a little closer to unleash a Thunderous Strike and kill the man.
'Zhaang Ye's strength is just too formidable. There's no way I can outrun him! If I want to live, my only choice is to risk everything in a final struggle!' Knowing he couldn't escape Zhaang Ye, an idea instantly formed in Fu Songcheng's mind. With a flip of his hand, he pulled a fist-sized red hammer from his robes.
The moment the small hammer appeared, Zhaang Ye immediately sensed a dangerous aura from it. As his Mental Power swept over it, his expression changed slightly. 'A Meteor True Artifact?'
