"Fuck, why are you still not moving? Are you going to let her insult your Boss?" The Bandit Boss cursed as he pulled out a giant, two-handed sword with three round holes in its blade.
No one said anything, nor did they move. They were still standing there in shock, with their minds ultimately confused.
"So you want us to fight a God Stage woman who challenges you to a fair fight? Aren't you an Immortal Stage Cultivator, Boss? It should be an easy battle for you," Blake suddenly pointed out, siding with the girls. If they could kill him without even moving a finger, how powerful were they really?
Blake already uncovered his hood, his black locks falling gently on his sides. The smirk on his face pissed his Boss off even more.
