"Ugh!"
Gu Jiu'an crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of fresh blood as his vision went dark.
This Secret Technique was named Duan.
It allowed the user to teleport fifty kilometers under any circumstances, but the cost was immense. For Gu Jiu'an, whose Boundary had already plummeted, it was like adding frost to snow.
Only when he could make out the scene before him and confirm he had escaped the bounds of Mount Haitang did he let out a long sigh of relief.
The training hall contained only a group of three-to-four-year-old tykes and a young man with dyed-blond hair and a resolute expression. The man shielded the children behind him and said in a deep voice, "Who are you, sir!"
"I am not a member of the Human Race."
Gu Jiu'an grinned, his smile savage and cruel. I haven't eaten yet today, and since a feast lies before my eyes, I naturally can't miss it.
