"You're here."
Yi Yang stood a hundred feet away, his tone no different from an ordinary greeting.
But hearing those words brought Wu Jin, who was leading the group, to a halt.
He had started closing in the moment Yi Yang appeared, advancing step by step, fists clenched and Inner Energy pushed to its limit, intending to catch Yi Yang off guard.
But at those two words, his foot stopped halfway through a step, suspended in the air.
Something's wrong.
This was an old man being hunted by three Inner Qi Realm experts.
Yet instead of running or hiding, he was waiting for them in the woods.
Once they appeared, he even dared to step out on his own.
Someone like that was either mad or utterly confident.
The experienced Wu Jin chose to believe the latter.
But as one of the Six Bandits, he could not show weakness in his words. Nor did he truly believe Yi Yang could defeat him; he was merely keeping his doubts alive.
He stamped his raised foot down hard, making the leaf-covered ground shudder, then forced a teeth-baring grin onto his face and said roughly:
"You've got some guts, old bastard. Done running?"
"Figured you couldn't escape, so you came out to save me the trouble of finding you."
"Since you're so sensible, I've decided to leave you an intact corpse!"
"Today, I'm collecting the debt for killing our sixth brother."
As Wu Jin spoke, he was already secretly filling his right fist with Inner Energy.
The power of his perfected superior fist technique, Shattering Mountain Fist, was no idle boast. Its force remained tightly condensed, ready to strike at any moment.
But he did not charge.
Someone who had survived seven years in the Prefectural City's underworld would not entrust his life