"Who goes there?!"
The other few thugs looked terrified and shouted loudly.
Before they could react, they noticed a cultivator had already closed in on them.
Though this person was not very tall, his speed was shocking. His fist, wrapped in golden light, struck with such force that one thug coughed up blood and fell to the ground.
Another thug, panicking, drew his blade and slashed at the figure.
But midway through the swing, his forearm was seized by the cultivator.
With a twist, the thug's arm was snapped.
He cried out in pain, but before he could scream for long, he was kicked, sent flying, as his chest churned and he spat a mouthful of blood.
The remaining thug, burly and possessing deeper cultivation, managed to exchange a few blows. Yet, the longer they fought, the more alarmed he became.
