In the blink of an eye, Sun Xingyu's right hand swept across his waist, drawing out a soft sword.
With a flash of sword light, a low metallic hum pierced the void.
Sword flowers bloomed in the air, sparks flying everywhere.
"Ding!"
A clear collision sound followed.
Sun Xingyu grunted and was sent flying backward toward Yang Fei's direction.
Yang Fei's figure flashed to the side, stepping out of the way.
Sun Xingyu's eyes lit up, seizing the opportunity to sprint forward, attempting to flee.
From just one exchange, he had recognized the gap between himself and Brother Lei.
Besides, with Boss Tang here, lingering in battle meant certain death.
Now that Boss Tang had stepped out of the way, maybe he was taking into account their old ties and sparing him.
"Thank you!"
As he passed by Yang Fei, Sun Xingyu whispered.
"You can't escape!"
A low growl came from behind.