Found It!
Chen Xiaolian was crouched behind a window as he held his breath.
On the street below, the Fallen Avenger was moving toward his general location.
There was a distance of over 100 meters between them. Logically, the Fallen Avenger should not be able to notice anything. However, Chen Xiaolian was unable to stop himself from holding his breath. He simply dared not make any noise.
It was a most peculiar psychological compulsion.
The movement speed of the mighty Fallen Avenger did not appear to be too fast. The black coloured long sword that he was carrying scraped the surface of the ground, creating sparks wherever it went.
This game of hunting and be hunted created quite the suffocating environment.
Chen Xiaolian was unable to restrain himself from cursing out secretly: Damned Lancelot! Even in death, he refuses to let me go!
At present, there was nothing Chen Xiaolian could do. It seemed that he could only play hide and seek with him.