Holding Your Head Up High

The chains spun with a loud howl as they shrouded Si Han and King Daxi, carrying them into the air, turning into a streak of light to break free from the Eastern Region Holy City's atmosphere.

Murong Yefeng gave chase, fading into a black dot and disappearing into the clouds.

Mr. Godcliff's condition was so frail now that he was weaker than many martial-art demi-saints.

He was badly wounded from the last battle. Half of his head was crushed, and his skull was exposed. Saint Path Power penetrated his abdomen, shattering his organs. He was bleeding and wretched.

What made things worse was, he suffered trauma to his saint heart, from which his spiritual power was leaking.

"Let's get the hell out of Eastern Region Holy City!"

Mr. Godcliff said aloud.

He took out an escape talisman and stuck it on his body. It instantly gave him the ability to fly at a-thousand-time the speed of sound as he fled Eastern Region Holy City.