"Thief": "..."
Wild Goose Feather Saber Wielder: "..."
The two men regarded the unfamiliar young swordsman with different expressions.
The former was bewildered. He had already fallen into complete despair and was preparing to force out the full potential of his Dantian's Martial Spirit to raise his realm by brute force and fight to the death. Even if he died, he'd take a few enemies down with him! He'd never imagined that, at this critical moment, some unfamiliar young man would appear out of nowhere.
The latter was wary. Just from the power of that sword mark, he could tell the newcomer was not to be underestimated. One mistake, and he might capsize in the gutter.
"Pfft—"
The "thief" was about to speak, but the movement tugged at his wounds. His throat spasmed uncontrollably, and he spat out a large mouthful of black blood. His face had already been so grimy it was hard to make out, and now he looked even more wretched. He coughed several times, barely suppressing the urge to vomit more blood, then panted, "Young friend, this is our private business. Don't get yourself mixed up in it..."
The Wild Goose Feather Saber Wielder let out a cold, vicious laugh.
"Playing the hero, are you? If you know what's good for you, get lost!"
Shen Tang still wore a blank expression. At first, she'd been focused on the "thief" behind her, but when she heard the Wild Goose Feather Saber Wielder say that, her freshly cooled anger flared sky-high again. Eyes wide with fury, she snapped, "I knew you little thieves were up to no good!"
The Wild Goose Feather Saber Wielder was disgusted by Shen Tang's incoherent words.
"What nonsense. Since you're so eager to die, then leave your life here." He swung his blade