As the final word was delivered, Zhang Jue raised his arm and struck again.

"F*ck!" Darryl cursed and released the White Lily Cold Flame with a wave of his arm; it formed a white wall of flame around him.

The White Lily Cold Flame? Zhang Jue was alarmed; his expression darkened as he urged his internal energy to defend against the white flame. He could sense that Darryl had become stronger in the past three years, and the White Lily Cold Flame he summoned had increased in strength by folds.

Darryl seized the opportunity and ran forward; he grabbed Jackie before he ran out of the hall. "Zhang Jue, I will return soon to repay the favor," his angry voice resonated through the manor; it sent chills down the spines of those who heard it.

Zhang Jue, enraged beyond words, smashed one of the chairs next to him into smithereens before he yelled, "Go after them!" Many of the followers sprang into the air and soared toward the direction Darryl had fled.

Meanwhile, ahead of them, Darryl soare