On the path down from Battle Peak.
Deng Qian sensed fluctuations of Spiritual Power behind him and felt that something was very wrong.
Who else besides him would be leaving Battle Peak at a time like this?
Once a round of the Inner Sect Grand Competition began, no one was supposed to leave Battle Peak until all the Magical Combat for that round was over.
Deng Qian turned to look.
Cold sweat streamed down his back.
Fang Yun was approaching him at an incredible speed.
This was not a good sign for him.
He had already pretended to have a problem with his Mental Method and forfeited the Magical Combat. Was Fang Yun still not going to let him go?
This was simply going too far!
But thinking of Fang Yun's strength, Deng Qian decided it was best to speak politely first.
"Master Fa—"
Deng Qian had only managed to get out two words when a gust of wind blew past him.
