Yi Chen said coolly, "You won't leave? Very well. I'll send you on your way today!"
With that, Yi Chen thrust his sword at the nearest black-clad man. The tip pierced the man's throat, and blood gushed out.
None of the others dared approach, afraid of being splashed with blood. Yi Chen had killed one man with a single thrust, yet two others still stood rooted to the spot.
Yi Chen snorted coldly and severed one man's arm with a slash, blood spraying across his face. He raised his head and looked at the remaining two.
The two black-clad men were scared out of their wits. "Don't come any closer, or we'll kill ourselves!" they said, their voices trembling.
"Then die!" Without a shred of mercy, Yi Chen severed another man's arm.
"No, don't come any closer!" The two black-clad men broke down completely and collapsed onto their backsides.
Yi Chen walked toward them slowly. The two scrambled to their feet and scurried away like rats, clutching their heads. Yi Chen sneered and swung his sword, its light sweeping across their necks like lightning.
Two columns of blood spurted out. The blossoms of blood looked especially bewitching and brilliant in the night. Two corpses toppled to the ground, and two severed limbs fell onto the snow, making the scene hauntingly beautiful for a moment.
Yi Chen wiped the blood from his face and flicked his sword back into its sheath, then strode forward. He knew he had to leave this place now.
His feelings were complicated. He wanted to leave, yet he was also worried, because he was far too weak to deal with these experts.
He knew this incident had to be connected to the Demon Dragon Hall, but he had no way to confirm who was responsible. Still,