Zhao Ya was dashing rapidly across the rooftops of the densely packed Wuxiang City.
Except for occasionally tapping a roof tile lightly with his foot for leverage, he was practically like a soaring swallow.
Zhan Feng was in hot pursuit behind him, but no matter how hard he chased, there was always a four or five-zhang gap between them.
A trace of shock involuntarily rose in Zhan Feng's heart.
Even though this lad was only at the Third Realm, his body technique was extraordinarily fast.
Relying on his own strength, he still could not catch up at the moment.
By this time, the two had already exited Wuxiang City, and ahead lay the vast mountain forest.
Upon reaching this point, Zhan Feng suddenly felt a surge of doubt.
Because he had heard several village chiefs mention more than once that Zhao Ya's specialty was ambushing in the forest.
Bringing him here, could it be some deception?
Thinking of this, Zhan Feng couldn't help but slow his pace.
