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The leader swallowed, a hint of urgency in his eyes.

The man before him was no less than a murderous demon, his strength inconceivably formidable.

His eyes darted around before he suddenly spun on his heels and dashed away. Zhang Xian's imperiousness left him devoid of any hope of negotiation.

Talking to this man was likely to end in death, even though he was far from afraid of dying.

"Trying to flee?"

Zhang Xian swung his arm and unleashed a burst of spiritual energy, slicing off the leader's leg.

"Damn…"

The leader was in mid-run when his strides lost their support. Unable to control his body, he stumbled forward and fell flat on his face.

Zhang Xian smirked coldly and approached him, "You've seen my capabilities. Did you honestly think you could escape my grasp? If you're not obedient, I'll make your crying quite rhythmic."