The young man was no stranger to Liu Jianchuan's illustrious name. He often heard his fellow miners bragging about his exploits.
Some even said he was the one most likely to become the next Sword Immortal.
To think even Liu Jianchuan has become a retainer of the Zhao Family!
He marveled inwardly.
He had not noticed Liu Jianchuan's presence earlier.
Upon learning that Liu Jianchuan was taking action, his heart, which had only just calmed a little, began racing again.
He glanced sideways, fixing his gaze on Ye Chengtian's shadow, uncertain. Can those three puppets really defeat Liu Jianchuan?
Even if they win, they'll probably kill a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of their own. How will they face the Zhao Family's hundred other retainers then?
At that thought, the young man regretted even more that he had not tried harder to persuade Ye Chengtian to let him bring more reinforcements.
Now, even if Ye Chengtian saw reason, it was too late.
The young man truly did not believe Liu Jianchuan and the others would let him leave.
"Ah..." He sighed, bracing himself for a gruesome death beneath Liu Jianchuan's sword.
He even found himself wondering whether he should simply throw himself at Liu Jianchuan and let the man kill him personally. That would at least be a more dignified end.
In the young man's eyes, being killed by a Great Emperor and being killed by someone in the Human Immortal Realm were as different as heaven and earth, even if both meant death.
I was killed by a Great Emperor.
Say that, and people would instinctively assume he had been powerful. What ordinary person would warrant a Great Emperor taking action personally?
If he had never had the chance to show off in life and still