When they saw Lu Guang, their strongest fighter, taken down by that magical beast in a single move, everyone panicked.
Xiao Zhen laughed heartily. "With skills like that, you wanted to surround and kill me? Wouldn't it be better to wash up and sleep at home? Yet you insisted on coming out to throw your lives away."
"Gulp!" A one-eyed mercenary swallowed hard, threw down his broadsword, and desperately ran back.
Before long, the group scattered like monkeys when the tree fell, fleeing in a cloud of dust.
Lying on the ground, Lu Guang watched his underlings run away and sighed helplessly. They all lived by the blade; there was hardly any loyalty among them. If he had not been strong enough, how many of them would have followed him?
Xiao Zhen looked at Liu Zhuo, who was fleeing in the distance, and said to Tyrannosaurus God, "The others don't matter, but we absolutely can't let that old man go."
"Understood!" Tyrannosaurus God responded before immediately flying into the sky. The cannon barrel on his chest aimed at Liu Zhuo, who was fleeing for his life in panic.
Boom! A massive explosion rang out. Xiao Zhen vaguely saw Liu Zhuo's aged body blasted into the air before falling mercilessly back down.
"Tsk, tsk! That old man should be thoroughly dead by now!" Xiao Zhen sneered.
Then, Xiao Zhen walked over to the heavily injured Lu Guang. He took a dagger from his Storage Ring and was about to finish him off with one final stab.
Die grabbed his hand and shook her head. "Forget it. He's already like this. Let him go."
Xiao Zhen shrugged helplessly. "He's injured so badly, and Mo City is still some distance away. Unless his underlings have the guts to come back, he's as good