"Who in the hell are you!?"
"You dare act so nonchalant when facing us!? Truly courting death!"
"You think you're some bigshot or something!? You're only of the Half-step Core Formation Realm! Our Boss is way stronger than you!!"
The Boss in question was brimming with confidence and arrogance as he stared down at the lone man blocking their way.
"I don't know who you are, little twirp, but if you get in the way of us destroying this Trial Branch Sect, then you have another thing coming," he threatened, becoming ever more annoyed the longer he had to look at Zar's stupidly handsome face. "Out of respect for your cultivation, it would be in your best interest to get a move on and ignore what you're about to see."
"And you'll allow me to live?"
The Devil Horn Squad Boss smirked evilly, realizing that the man before him was just a pretty face. A coward. Trash.
And trash was only meant to be taken advantage of.
"Sure, you'll live—"
SHA!
"—on in the afterlife!!"
