Young Li's expression hardened as he stared at Qingyi, his eyes filled with cold rage.
Eight men followed him, all outer disciples in the early stages of the Astral Blood Realm.
None of them had a lineage, but they were still a formidable force, especially against a single cultivator in the second stage of the Astral Blood Realm.
"Do you really think you're going to get out of here alive? No matter what trick you pull, we're here to kill you!" Young Li roared, a silver spear materializing in his fist with a metallic snap.
His followers did the same, drawing their weapons and preparing for combat.
They had all been hired and paid generously, with the added promise of earning Young Master Guo's favor, so there wasn't a second's hesitation.
When Young Li gave the order to advance, they charged forward, surrounding Qingyi on all sides.
"This is going to be troublesome..." Qingyi whispered, his lips curving into an excited smile.
