"WHO ARE YOU?!" shouted someone with blood running over his face.
Struggling to stand with hundreds behind him he looked at the tall figure in front of him with horror. (I'm an expert! I was hired to guard this auction house by Treas! Who in the right mind would fight Treas?!).
His ashen hair slightly fluttered as he paid no heed to the question of the foremost fighter in front of him. His indifferent face was looking at the building behind the hundreds of cultivators that were standing in front of him. He opened his crossed arms before the hundreds of them were alerted as the flight instinct kicked in.
"Oi! Don't do it! You will incite his wrath!"
The ashen haired didn't mind his words as he raised his right arm casually before his hand formed a gripping motion.
The hundreds cultivator was looking at his palms with gasped and choked words. There was no mercy appearing from his muscular right arm.
