As she left, Lu Hanyan looked back toward the battlefield...
'Fake Lu Chao, you want to take my life during the three-academy tournament?'
'Hmph, you have to win this current war first.'
'I'm actually looking forward to you making it to the tournament battlefield. When that time comes, I'll tear off your mask with my own hands and make you die before the real Lu Chao's Blood Stele. I'll make sure you die just as miserably as the real Lu Chao did.'
With that, she glanced at the Azure Flame Forbidden Land again. 'Fan Changcun... I wonder if they can capture him. It shouldn't be a problem.'
In Lu Hanyan's mind...
Sun Shijin was surely dead by now, and it would be a simple matter for Ming Huasheng to deal with Yin Ye.
'Damn it, I can't believe I couldn't stop Fake Lu Chao.'
Lu Hanyan couldn't help but curse inwardly again.
