After hearing Ye Guan’s words, the spear-wielding young man’s expression turned ugly.

“Retreat!” he yelled before turning around to flee at breakneck speeds. 

There were two reasons they decided to challenge Ye Guan: his low cultivation base and the fact that they had a Divine Mage in their ranks.

Their Divine Mage could slow Ye Guan down, but their Divine Mage was dead, which meant that they could no longer control Ye Guan’s speed. Ye Guan was lightning fast, and he was a Sword Sovereign as well, leaving them with no choice but to run.

Would Ye Guan let them run? 

A shrill sound filled the air, and the spear-wielding young man’s eyes narrowed. He whipped around and was just about to swing his spear, but a sword got to him first and pierced his forehead. 

Squelch! 

Blood spurted out from his head and dyed Ye Guan’s sword red. 

The spear-wielding young man froze. Is this my end? 

He died with eyes full of regret. 

After killing the leader of the group—the spear-wielding young man—Ye Guan turned and glared at the large-framed man holding a shield. The latter glared back at Ye Guan, but there was fear in his eyes. He no longer looked...