Ten straw-hat bandits emerged in the street. Their feet, protected by their boots, were stained with mud and dirt.
"Esteemed Immortal, we acknowledged our wrong but bloodshed isn't always the right option. Let us go and we will never return." One cupped his fists.
Seeing him bow, the others followed.
"I don't plan to spare any of you; I apologize in advance." Li Chen cupped his fists and bowed softly.
"What?!"
"Kill him!"
Shing—!
They charged towards Li Chen with their weapons raised high. Sovereign flew past, entered his hand, and swiftly closed the gap.
All the mortals could see were afterimages connected by faint golden energy. Li Chen appeared behind them, sheathing his sword so lazily.
As if he barely moved.
The bandits fell to the ground, the state of their corpses so disturbing that parents covered their children's eyes and theirs.
"Ha~ I'm not in a good mood."