"Zhao Xin, where do you think you're running?!"
Pan Sheng roared in fury, lashing the Ruler toward Zhao Xin's back like a bolt of lightning.
But Zhao Xin seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He nimbly twisted aside and dodged the blow with ease.
Zhao Xin did not dare pause for even a moment. He kept his head down and sprinted madly, thinking only of escaping this dangerous place.
But Pan Sheng refused to let him go. He pursued Zhao Xin relentlessly, determined to capture him and bring him to justice.
As the encirclement tightened, Zhao Xin found himself with nowhere to go and could only race toward the Cave Abode.
Yet when he reached the entrance, he discovered that it was already packed with a dense mass of people.
Like Zhao Xin, they were all terrified, desperately trying to squeeze into the Cave Abode for shelter.
With so many people shoving and jostling one another, they not only blocked the entrance but also sparked a chaotic bloodbath among themselves.
"Get the hell out of my way, or don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Burning with anxiety, Zhao Xin shouted at the top of his lungs.
But fear had already overwhelmed their minds. They had no attention to spare for Zhao Xin's cries and continued to block the entrance, refusing to leave him a path to survival.
At the sight, Zhao Xin flew into a rage. Without hesitation, he drew the sword at his waist and charged into the crowd at the entrance like a maddened beast.
Gripping his sword with both hands, Zhao Xin slashed left and right. His swordplay was vicious, every stroke carrying lethal force.
In the blink of an eye, five or six people had died horribly beneath his blade,