Split Up If We Can’t Agree

Running away at full speed.

Fang Ping and Qin Fengqing were running for their lives.

After sprinting for more than ten li, only the Rank-5 powerhouse remained hot on their heels. They had already outrun the Rank-4 martial artists.

"Kid, you run really fast!"

Qin Fengqing was slightly out of breath. After running a long distance, he was getting exhausted as his five Celestial Bridges had not been stabilized yet; his recovery speed somewhat lacking. 

Right now, both of them stopped conversing in the Catacombs language. 

As they ran, their Vitality Force diffused and drifted out. Unless their Rank-5 pursuer was an idiot, he would have realized that they were human martial artists long ago. 

"Enough nonsense. Should we kill?"

Fang Ping ignored him. 'You, kid, are not slow yourself.'

"Kill!"

Qin Fengqing gave a clear response.