The old man slowly sheathed his sword, expression grim.
"Oh boy… I didn't expect to run into a Legend Rank today. Looks like my luck's run dry. Retreat, boys!"
He turned to leave but a chilling laugh rolled through the air like distant thunder.
"Ha ha ha… ha ha ha ha… Oh you foolish mortal."
Yu Zhong's voice cracked through the battlefield, carrying an ancient weight.
In a flash, he vanished, only to reappear before the fleeing men.
Before anyone could react, one by one, the old man's subordinates collapsed, unconscious… or worse.
Their bodies hit the ground like sacks of stone, kicked aside by fate.
The old man's eyes widened in disbelief. His hand flew back to his sword, grip tightening with a trembling fury.
"Young man," he muttered through clenched teeth, "ever heard the saying, a cornered rat bites back?"
Yu Zhong stepped forward slowly, smiling like winter's chill. "You and your proverbs. I couldn't care less."
