Supreme Commander, I’m Being Wronged...

Jing Menghun yelled, and tried to chase after him fiercely. However, he could only see the rustling of tree leaves. He merely saw a shadow 'whooshing' further away from them as it left-behind a strong orchid fragrance.

However, a wild laughter still echoed in the sky.

Jing Menghun roared, followed after Chu Yang, and entered the jungle with a whooshing sound.

The experts of the Golden Horse Riders Department exchanged glances since they still had a lingering fear in their hearts. They left three people behind to wait for the others, who were still to arrive. Then, they followed him into the forest.

Another round of chase-fight had started.

However, this time, even Jing Menghun didn't dare say that they could win. It was impossible to guard against King of Hell Chu's rapidly changing strategies. He could appear and disappear mysteriously. He was merely a Revered Sword Artist, but his means were adequate-enough to kill a King Level Master.