"I have never been one of you; why call me a traitor?"
Ning Qi asked with a cold laugh.
Without pausing he swung his sword, killing another.
"Kill!"
"This bastard, he's a fraud!"
"Kill him!"
The commotion here immediately attracted the attention of many.
One by one, they rushed over, ready to fight Ning Qi to the death.
Unfortunately for them, none were Ning Qi's match.
In the blink of an eye, over a dozen had been slaughtered by Ning Qi.
The ground was littered with mutilated bodies.
"Damn, you tricked us!"
By this time, the middle-aged man finally realized something was off.
"Oh? Only realizing now? Isn't it too late?"
Ning Qi said while laughing coldly, "You lot from the Demon Race deserve to be exterminated by all."
"Kill!"
The middle-aged man retreated from the people attacking him with a single sword strike.
Then he suddenly moved, charging towards Ning Qi.
He was now determined to kill Ning Qi.
To him, those behind him were inconsequential.
"Hoo."'
