White Phoenix's speed was even three parts faster than Qing Yu's. Even if the Void Eye could see through White Phoenix's trace, not being able to keep up the speed meant there was always an insurmountable gap between them.
However, sometimes to catch up with someone, you don't necessarily have to exert your own force; you can also let the opponent propel you.
"Heh."
Amidst a light chuckle, Qing Yu followed closely behind White Phoenix's figure like a shadow.
"How is this possible?" The usually composed White Phoenix lost his composure for the first time as he saw a big, broad smile right beside him, along with... an unadorned sword.
Sword light swept across, and blood was sprayed.
At the cost of a sword wound on his shoulder, White Phoenix once again spurred his movement technique, desperately trying to escape from Qing Yu.
Nevertheless, it was still in vain. Qing Yu's figure was still closely following White Phoenix, like his shadow.