Shadows of the Infernal Peaks

After casually deleting the Old Grandpa, Arthur then calmly sheathed his sword and unsummoned it as if nothing had happened.

The remaining Denerth Sect disciples stared in shock, their faces pale with terror. They exchanged panicked glances, realizing just how far out of their league they were.

"W-we'll make you pay for this!"

One of them stammered, his voice shaking as he slowly began to back away.

"Y-yeah!"

Another chimed in, though fear was obvious in his voice.

"W-we'll call our senior brothers! Y-you'll regret this!"

And with that, the Denerth Sect cultivators turned and ran, stumbling over rocks and debris in their haste to escape.

Their voices trailed behind them, full of hollow threats, but none dared look back.

As they disappeared into the distance, Evan finally caught his breath, his grin still wide but more controlled now.

"Senior brothers? Man, these guys don't give up, do they?"