"Trying to run?"
Yang Zhenshan had not expected him to be so decisive, so unprincipled, to directly abandon his companions and choose to flee alone.
But Yang Zhenshan reacted quickly, and as Yi Shan leaped onto the rooftop, Yang's figure shot out like a cannonball.
If Yi Shan's leap was like a light breezy flutter of falling leaves, then Yang Zhenshan's jump was much cruder, almost like he just hopped up there.
When he landed on the rooftop, he crushed many of the tiles underfoot. If the roof hadn't been sturdy, it might have collapsed under him.
Regardless, Yang Zhenshan had caught up.
The spear flew with a piercing sound; thunderous noise filled the air, and a terrifying murderous intent instantly spread.
Yi Shan was formidable in strength, and as a Jianghu Martial Artist, he was adept at solo combat and very experienced in fighting enemies.
