The one-eyed youth spotted Chu Xisheng and another, his eye narrowing slightly to reveal a glint of cold light.
"Who are you?"
He held a Wolf Tooth Ring Head Blade, cautiously placing the blade across his chest in a defensive stance.
Just ten breaths earlier, the one-eyed youth had been in contact with the elite troops of White Cloud Village, communicating with them through magic artifacts.
Yet, in an instant, these two had managed to dispatch eight elite horse bandits—he deduced they were certainly no weaklings.
"You've got some nerve, knowing full well that White Cloud Village and the Blood Wind Thieves are handling affairs here, yet you still dared to intrude—"
At that moment, the one-eyed youth caught sight of Chu Yunyun's slender figure, which appeared almost like a flash before him.
The next instant, his companion of Seventh Rank cultivation saw his head burst open, pulverized by Chu Yunyun's pale fist.
