Meng Chuan's Third Saber Strike
Translator: CKtalon
"We underestimated you too much," Murong You—with his white-brows and golden eyes—spoke in a low voice. Following that, he transformed into a blur and fled east.
"Trying to flee?" Meng Chuan immediately pursued him without using the Power of the Soul. He could keep up with Murong You with his normal speed alone.
They rushed across roofs like ghosts in the night. Only the sound of the howling wind prevailed.
"Hubby, there's some movement outside."
"It has quietened down." Inside the residence—which had its yard wall smashed through by Murong You and Vice Branch Master Tu Shang—a thin man stuck his head out from underneath a fallen roof beam. He looked outside carefully. In the darkness, he vaguely saw a muscular man about ten feet tall on the ground not far away. He was covered in black fur. At first glance, he looked like a large black bear. The thin man's face turned pale, and he shrank back.