"Ha!"
"Still trying to run?"
Tian Boguang slowly drew his sword, letting the beautiful young woman's corpse tumble to the ground, a spray of bright red blood trailing behind it.
In the past, he might have grabbed her and had his way with her.
Or perhaps he would've dragged her somewhere private and enjoyed himself?
But ever since he'd castrated himself, he'd stopped thinking about such things. Instead, he'd found a strange beauty in watching lovely heroines perish beneath his blade.
After a while, when he saw the corpse twitch a few times and finally go still, he turned his gaze to the martial artists below. He stood high above them, looking down at the group he'd terrorized. There had been over a hundred of them at first, but now only a little more than half remained, huddled together not far away for "comfort."
Once, these people had hunted him like a pack of wild dogs. A dozen of them working together had been enough to drive him into a corner with nowhere to run. But now, the positions of hunter and prey had been completely reversed.
And forget a dozen— even dozens working together were useless!
"!!"
"Trouble! Scatter!"
Soon, seeing that there was no hope, someone shouted. At that cry, the heroes who had arrived ready to condemn Tian Boguang scattered like startled birds and beasts.
The dozens of them split into groups of three or five and fled in every direction, using all the lightness skills they had. Each looked as if they regretted being born with only two legs.
"Tch!"
Tian Boguang didn't chase them right away. No matter how powerful he was, his internal energy and stamina still needed time to recover. If those dozens had charged at him desperately, with their backs to the