As the white-robed middle-aged man stared at him, Zhaang Ye felt a slight pressure weigh down on his body. His heart went cold. He knew that the gap between his Cultivation and this man's was far too great; in a fight, he would be no match at all.
'The Barbaric World is truly teeming with experts. To think a True Dao Fourth Layer master would show up in such a remote place. My current strength is still too weak. I have no choice but to retreat from an expert like this!' Zhaang Ye lamented internally. He completely ignored the white-robed man's threat and continued to fly at full speed.
"Kid, stop right there!"
When the white-robed man saw Zhaang Ye not only refuse to stop but actually accelerate his escape, he flew into a rage. His figure blurred into a streak of white light, barely visible to the naked eye, as he pursued Zhaang Ye.
