Wang Yi smiled awkwardly. "Sir, rest assured. This friend of mine can be trusted!"
Pang Jun hurriedly nodded, indicating that his lips were tightly sealed.
After a moment of silence, cold words steeped in killing intent spilled from Kong Yang's mouth.
"Don't blame me when you reach the underworld."
Buzz!!
A clear humming rang out around them.
The sound startled both of them, and they panicked at the same time.
"Run!"
Wang Yi reacted first, turning to flee.
Pang Jun stumbled after him. "Wait... wait..."
The two raced out of the cave. They did not think he was joking.
That utterly emotionless voice was like a sharp knife plunging into their hearts.
Kong Yang straightened his index and middle fingers together in a sword gesture and pointed lightly.
The three-inch Short Sword shot after the fleeing pair, its gleam tracing a smooth arc.
It caught up with them almost in the blink of an eye.
The fat boy stumbled and fell in a heap. "Boss... save... me..."
Wang Yi turned his head, his eyes filled with terror.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The sky grew dim, and everything blurred.
Watching the scene, Wang Yi felt a stirring in his heart.
In that instant, many things he had never dared imagine flashed through his mind.
When the brave grew angry, they drew their blades against the stronger.
When cowards grew angry, they drew their blades against the weaker.
That soft murmur seemed to reach Wang Yi's ears again.
A thought clicked into place, like a sharp steel needle driving deep into his heart.
Wang Yi roared.
He stepped forward and threw a punch!!
"Pang Jun, run!"
Wang Yi ran toward the flying sword.
The instant he stepped forward, a powerful force rushed at him like a bone-chilling current.