The scar-faced man didn’t continue to attack, instead looking at the two of them proudly. He said, “Your cultivation ranks aren’t bad. If you surrender to me, I can spare your lives.”

Wang Bolin replied furiously, “We are court officials. How can we live as traitors?!”

“Indeed! If you surrender to the court, I might be able to speak up for you to make your sentence more lenient so you can serve the court,” Zhang Zijiang also said in agreement.

Even though their official ranks weren’t too high, they were still proper members of the court. They were normally treated very well, so why would they ever become bandits? That wasn’t even factoring the fact that their families were in the capital. If they became bandits, their families would all be executed without exception.

When he heard their reply, Yang Shen’s expression darkened. The scar on his face was like a sinister centipede as he replied, “You’re courting death!”

He slashed toward them again with his blade. A tremendous streak of blade energy...