"Is Yang Jun unable to read the room? Can't he tell what I'm trying to do?" Zheng Jun wondered.
Hearing Zheng Jun's words, the two Blood Refining Martial Artists, who were being held by the County Soldiers, suddenly broke free from their restraints and sprinted toward the courtyard wall!
"It wasn't easy to become Blood Refining Martial Artists! We have bright futures ahead of us; we can't lose our lives here! So what if we bullied some lowly peasants? Haven't you, a Captain, also preyed upon the commoners? Cut the crap! At worst, we'll flee to Black Mountain!" the two men thought with immense resentment.
"Trying to run?" Seeing this, Zheng Jun snorted coldly. He hoisted his Beirong Saber and executed a Slash in the direction of their escape.
The Beirong Saber tore through the air with a WHOOSH, whipping up a massive shockwave of blade light. Zheng Jun disdained to waste his breath on scums who bullied ordinary commoners.
"BANG!"
