Exiting the Skyhawk Auction, Hong Yuan immediately realized there were followers behind him.
"Tsk, tsk, playing the scene of murder and looting? Truly daring, to attempt such in Phoenix River Town." Hong Yuan chuckled inwardly as True Essence began circulating within him.
Killing move, Flying Oriole!
FLAP, FLAP.
Behind Hong Yuan, a pair of purple wings, as grand as those of a hawk, unfurled. With wings spread, he immediately took to the skies.
Like a streak of purple-black lightning, Hong Yuan vanished into the sky in an instant.
Martial Artists on the streets and alleys all raised their heads in astonishment, watching Hong Yuan soar away.
The few martial artists who had considered Hong Yuan an easy prey now broke out in a cold sweat, secretly relieved.
"With such terrifying speed, that must be one of those True Disciples from Phoenix Creek Sect."
They were relieved that Hong Yuan had spared them, but he didn't think much of it.
