"Ye Qingzhou, you actually didn't run away!?"
Qin Haoyu stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed steadily on the formidable adversary in front of him, while he silently began to mobilize his inner breath, ready to fight with full force.
As Ye Qingzhou's fierce sword intent came rushing forth, everyone present felt waves of coldness in their hearts, and even their breathing seemed to halt.
The atmosphere was filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.
Lan Caidie held a dagger in her right hand and had a delicately crafted hand crossbow equipped on her left arm. She looked around suspiciously, afraid of an ambush: "Ye Qingzhou, where are your teammates?"
"To deal with you all, I'm enough on my own."
Ye Qingzhou held the Suspended Cutting Sword in hand, speaking arrogantly, yet his expression remained calm and composed, his gaze as deep as an ancient well, showing not a trace of disturbance even when facing the encirclement of nearly a hundred people.
"Arrogant!"
