Cha Emperor narrowed his eyes, head slightly bowed as he looked down upon the Lin Family ancestor and the other ten.
They were all men in crude, plain clothes, with slovenly expressions—some even looked downright unkempt. Only the Lin Family progenitor still barely had a trace of vigor about him. The other ten looked as though they had just woken up, each one listless and haggard to the extreme.
Yet among these wretched-looking men, there was one whose limbs were several inches longer than an ordinary person's. With a fragile blade of straw, he had pierced Cha Emperor's formidable body through with a single sword strike, nearly tearing him in two. Even now, Cha Emperor could still feel that thread of razor-sharp sword intent around his wound—that mad sword intent that seemed determined to poke a hole through heaven and earth themselves.
Yawning at the sky, the man who had just erupted with boundless might, a blade of grass pinched between his fingertips, rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. "I'm Ximen Hutu. That name's pretty boring, isn't it?"
After another slow yawn, Ximen Hutu took out a fist-sized medicine bottle and swallowed two walnut-sized black pills in one gulp. A pungent, spicy medicinal scent spread through the air. Though the smell was exceptionally acrid, once it entered the lungs and innards, it became streams of heat that instantly circulated through the body, making everyone who caught its scent feel their energy surge.
Ximen Hutu, who had just been utterly dispirited, suddenly had gleaming eyes like two polished diamonds, reflecting a piercing brilliance. He took a deep breath, the muscles in his arms swelling slightly. The long blade of grass between his fingers abruptly straightened, trembling violently as it emitted a faint humming sound.
Cha Emperor instinctively took