The Sword Emperor and the others were terrified. For every step Wu Tian took forward, they retreated one. Of course, they didn't dare to flee; escaping required a courage they didn't have, for they knew the first to run would undoubtedly be killed by Wu Tian. Some were so paralyzed with fear they couldn't even retreat, discovering to their horror that their legs had gone numb. In their eyes, Wu Tian was a Ghost God.
And what are we? Fools! Absolute fools! To think we had nothing better to do than pick a fight with a Ghost God. What do we do now?
Every one of them was panicking inside.
Wu Tian stared at the Sword Emperor and his men, his eyes demonic. A cold gaze swept over the group as killing intent flickered in his calm pupils. "A bunch of trash!"
The Sword Emperor and his entourage didn't retort or show any anger. All they wanted now was to leave this place.
