F*ck!
Zhang Jue slammed his palm into the tree next to him, breaking it into two cuts, as he watched Darryl escape. His face was extremely ugly.
Zhang Jue founded Yellow Sky Trading anonymously three years ago. He could not determine if Darryl was alive or not. He knew that as long as Darryl was alive, he could not dominate the Nine Continents.
That day, he had finally learned that Darryl was not dead, and he had such a good assassination opportunity, but he failed miserably.
"Wherever you flee, even to the ends of the earth, I will find you and kill you," Zhang Jue muttered coldly. He steered his internal energy and pursued Darryl directly in the direction he had run.
Meanwhile...
Darryl sat atop Rocky as the two sped through the mountains at breakneck speed.
Darryl landed in a forest after he was sure that Zhang Jue could no longer catch up to him.
There was a small deserted temple in the forest. Darryl decided to keep Rocky with him as he sat in the ruined temple to meditate and rest.
****!
Zhang Jue was a menace. Darryl's heart veins were almost damaged as a result of the palm attack.
Half an hour passed by in a flash. Darryl had almost recovered from his injuries.
He decided to stop at the temple for the night because it was getting late.
Darryl found some hay and laid it on the floor. He was about to lay down on the makeshift bed; Darryl had become accustomed to the harsh environment after spending the last three years in the Valley of Death.
Pitter-patter...
However, as soon as he laid down, he heard footsteps from the outside; he could guess two people.
Darryl sat up hurriedly; he raised his head and looked outside. Soon, he saw two figures run into the yard miserably.
They were a middle-aged man and a girl.
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