Zhao Sheng and his four companions attacked fiercely, even intending to kill Chen Han in a single blow.
However, Chen Han had reached the Martial Disciple Fourth Layer and his Vast Sea Step was nearing Great Success. How could these people possibly compare to him?
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Sheng felt a fierce wind sweep past him, and Chen Han vanished from their encirclement.
"Trying to run?" Zhao Sheng roared. He immediately leaped up and shot toward Chen Han. "You're not escaping from here today!"
"Run?"
A mocking smile touched Chen Han's face.
The Nebula Map within his body began to rapidly revolve. He executed the Vast Sea Step, but instead of retreating, he advanced. With momentum faster and fiercer than before, he charged at Zhao Sheng.
'Not good!'
Zhao Sheng could only see Chen Han's figure blur into a black shadow, his movements already impossible to follow with the naked eye. He was instantly horrified.
