"Admitting defeat?" Wang Chao's mouth curled up slightly, a hint of cunning flickering across his face.
He made no reaction, just stood quietly in place.
"Heh, I had given you a chance earlier, but you didn't treasure it well. Now if you say you want to admit defeat, it's too late!"
Zhuo Shiyue and his men sported cunning smiles, without any pause, they continued to resist.
In just a short moment, these two dozen men from the Spider Mercenary Corps were taken down; fresh blood painted a large section red, and a smell of blood permeated the air.
"Well done Wang Chao, are you planning to annihilate us all? I refuse to agree! I want to fight you hard!"
Ge Zezi's eyes turned crimson; his face contorted hideously. His failed attempt to surrender had stirred his anger.
With a loud yell, he violently kicked someone from his side away and put more strength into his legs, lunging towards Wang Chao like an arrow released from its bowstring.
