Inside the ancient tomb, orange-yellow flames flickered restlessly upon the torches.
The entire burial chamber lay illuminated by the firelight, filled with shifting, hazy shadows.
Yuan Muzhi leaned back against a stone coffin, a short dagger slick with blood clutched in his left hand.
The clothing on his right shoulder was half-torn, the pink flesh peeled back to expose the bloody wound beneath.
Yuan Muzhi breathed heavily, his eyes locked fixedly on the Xie Family group before him.
"Yuan Muzhi! You can't escape!"
A martial master of the Xie Family leveled his long saber, the aura around his body erupting abruptly.
"With just the likes of you mere foot soldiers and shrimp-soldiers, you dare attempt to take this seat's life?"
Yuan Muzhi's hoarse, cold laugh echoed within the chamber, laden with disdain and mockery.
"At a time like this, and you're still running your mouth!"
One of the saberslinging Xie Family Retainers let out a loud shout, taking the initiative to attack.
He stamped his foot fiercely, his figure lunging toward Yuan Muzhi like an arrow leaving a bowstring, his long saber cleaving through the air to kick up a sharp whistle as it slashed straight for the other's face!
In the shadows, Chen Ye narrowed his eyes to observe closely, recognizing this man as a Dragon Elephant Realm retainer of the Xie Family who excelled at wielding a broadsword.
Another man behind him was also a renowned figure locally.
As expected, the Xie Family couldn't bear to let go of this credit, dispatching even experts of this caliber.
Chen Ye thought to himself, yet he was in no hurry to strike, continuing to lie in wait within the darkness as a cold-eyed spectator.
Bang!
Seeing the blade descend to take his head, Yuan Muzhi did not retreat in the