The Umbrella Emperor's eyes brimmed with rage, yet he refrained from making another move.
The sky was about to brighten, and looking at it, the Umbrella Emperor felt increasingly frantic.
The night was the Umbrella Emperor's home turf; by day, he might as well be blind.
The Umbrella Emperor rapidly weighed his options and ultimately, without any hesitation, turned and leaped away, vanishing from sight.
Po Jun watched the Umbrella Emperor's departure, standing still without moving, and heaved a sigh of relief, as blood slowly trickled from his seven orifices—he had been at the end of his rope, only putting on a brave face to intimidate the Umbrella Emperor.
"Damn, a Super First-class Expert sure is... formidable. Just the Gang Qi alone nearly shattered me," Po Jun muttered, standing stock-still like a statue, motionless, having fainted, yet he didn't forget his last command—to protect the Battle Lord.
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Elsewhere, Lin Hai, who was singing at a KTV, also ran into trouble.