In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts had spun through Zhu Yuheng's mind, yet ultimately, he gritted his teeth.
"Since I've already involved myself, letting go now would lead to no good end on either side, better to..."
Glancing at Zhu Bufan, a prominent killing intent was undoubtedly visible in Zhu Yuheng's eyes.
Zhu Bufan, who was sprinting, suddenly felt a chill behind him, a strong sense of crisis rising in his heart. Continuing his run, he caught nothing amiss with his peripheral vision, leading him to be secretly alert.
Having decided to make a move, Zhu Yuheng's concealed contingencies finally came into play; reaching into his bosom, a glossy black orb appeared in his palm.
How could any summit-tenth rank formidable figure like Zhu Yuheng be easily provoked? Previously, his resolve to execute Zhu Bufan wasn't firm and the bald man was around, preventing him from using some of his more dangerous techniques. But now, all reservations were cast aside.
