“You like to run, don’t you? Go on! Run,” Duan Zipao taunted while looking down on his surrounded prey.0

Ye Qing didn’t say anything. He simply frowned as if he was trying to figure something out.0

“Are you wondering why I’m here?” Duan Zipao asked as if he wanted to listen to Ye Qing’s theories, but answered his own question before the young man could react. “It’s simple, really. Rather than running about like headless chickens, I thought that lying in wait at a location you must pass through is much more effective. And I was right.”5

Ye Qing was still silent, so Duan Zipao continued, “So, how does it feel? To fall to hell, ascend to the Kingdom of Buddha, then fall to hell again? It’s quite flavorful, isn’t it?”0

“Don’t you have anything to say? Or are you the type who has nothing to say when your end is near?”0

“I would advise you to say something though. Anything is fine. It’ll be your last will in this world after all.”0

Ye Qing raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “You’re a talkative one, aren’t you?”3

Ye Qing disappeared before he finished speaking and charged...0