Yan Beihan stopped halfway through his words, realizing they were quite vulgar. He quickly shut his mouth, his face underneath the mask turning red with embarrassment, but the flames within his heart grew even stronger.
What an unbearable humiliation!
Such an unspeakable disgrace!
Just a moment ago, I was leisurely waiting for the fruit to drop, and in the blink of an eye, the cooked hen turned into an eagle and flew away!
Truly... damn it all to hell!
"Kill!"
Yan Beihan said nothing further, brandished his sword, and left.
He swept down directly from the mountain peak, ignoring the hundreds of people behind him, slaughtering his way down.
Where he passed, two groups were fighting to the death.
But Yan Beihan charged through, with body and sword as one, easily annihilating both groups, his graceful figure vanishing into the dense forest below the mountain.
"Mr. Yan is truly enraged this time!"
