Just moments ago, everyone had thought the same thing as Miller: Ye Chen had only twenty-three people, and they were hopelessly outnumbered. Even if they stuck together, what good would it do? Yet in the blink of an eye, Wolf King Miller was dead.
That alone was shocking enough, but what Felter found even harder to believe was how perfectly Ye Chen, Luo, and Hawk-Eye worked together. These were men who normally scorned teaming up with anyone, and together they were terrifyingly powerful.
Once they chose to fight as one, their small numbers no longer mattered. Miller's swift death was proof enough of the damage they could do.
With a swish, Ye Chen turned his attention to Felter.
Felter shuddered. He might be one of the exalted Five Elders, but he knew better than anyone that, in the Celestial Dragons' eyes, he was merely an employee.
To put it bluntly, he was their attack dog, a puppet sent to clean up their problems.
Ye Chen had just torn off one of his ears, and he had no chance to bandage the wound. Felter forced himself to give the order. "All of you, attack! Kill them! Our master has spoken. Spare no one!"
Disdain flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. "Why don't you come over here yourself? Aren't you one of the Five Elders? Is that all the courage you've got?"
Lucci, Luo, Hawk-Eye, and Kuma all looked at Felter without a trace of expression. Humiliation burned through him; he wanted to crawl into a crack in the wall and hide.
But he still did not dare lead the charge. Felter was no fool. He knew whoever went in first would die first.
Sure enough, dozens of assassins rushed forward. Ye Chen and the others charged to meet them without hesitation.
There