What a tremendous pitfall!
They looked at the youth who still sat there, his sword across his lap while quietly observing them. Both Wan Zhi and Guo Xing felt an urge to curse at this little bastard, "You're such a scheming bastard! You have such a powerful master, yet you play the innocent? Pretending to be a weakling? Pretending to be an average youth? Which average youth would be as deviant as you?"
"I'll count to two. If you don't make a move, you'll die." From thin air, Moran's voice echoed out, sounding somewhat impatient, "There's still a heap of people waiting! Hurry up!"
Damn it! Do you think you're at a marketplace hurrying us along? Hurry up to our deaths?
Wan Zhi's heart felt like it was stomped on by ten thousand ninth-order primordial beasts. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sir... swords have no eyes..."
"Go ahead, life and death are in your hands. If you can kill my disciple, I'll let you go!" From the void, Moran's voice, filled with confidence, echoed out.
