Han Fu was entangled tightly by Wang Xu, unable to break free. The two men’s sword lights intertwined, and soon they were locked in a bloody struggle.
The Forbidden Army of Duwei Prefecture and the Archery Camp of the Wang Family almost completely crushed the Imperial Forest Army led by Han Fu.
Gu Jiao did not worry about the situation in the palace; she directly pursued the direction where Dark Soul and the Han Family had fled.
She chased out of the Imperial Palace, where Black Wind King was waiting early outside. She grabbed the reins, and with a swift motion mounted the horse.
Black Wind King hurried along, following Dark Soul’s aura. Dark Soul did not plunge into the bustling and prosperous streets but turned into a sparsely populated old street.
Although it seemed unfavorable for hiding, the unblocked roads were actually more convenient for escape.
When Gu Jiao chased to an abandoned wine house, both she and Black Wind King distinctly felt an unusual killing intent.
Gu Jiao tightened the reins, and horse and rider stopped in perfect sync.
The surroundings were very quiet, even the wind seemed to have stopped, Gu Jiao could clearly hear her own and Black Wind King’s breathing.
Suddenly, there was a jarring sound from the east. Gu Jiao quickly drew her bow and aimed toward the east, but abruptly shot towards a thatched roof in the southeast!
A figure sprang out from behind the roof—it was Dark Soul!
A hint of surprise flashed in Dark Soul’s eyes: "Kid, you didn’t fall for it! Your archery skills are truly impressive! How about you kneel down and kowtow to me, call me master, and I’ll spare your life!"
Gu Jiao drew an arrow from the quiver on her back and placed it on the bowstring: "I think you’re the one who should be kowtowing!"
"Such arrogance, take this!"
Dark Soul spread his arms and flew up, his black robe billowing in the wind, like a bloodthirsty bat, mercilessly attacking Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao sat on the horse’s back without dodging.
Doubt flickered in Dark Soul’s eyes but he didn’t stop his move. Seeing that he was about to strike Gu Jiao, a fist suddenly extended from behind her, forcefully meeting Dark Soul’s palm wind.
Dark Soul’s arm numbed, his brows furrowed, and he flipped backwards, landing outside the wine house’s gate.
Seeing who his opponent was, Dark Soul snorted coldly without surprise: "It’s you again!"
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