"Yang Jian, stop running, stand still for me."
"You think I'll just stand still because you tell me to? Then why don't you all just drop dead when I tell you to?"
Yang Jian retorted as he ran, not bothering to look back.
In the deserted, dimly lit castle, a few individuals wielding swords and hammers chased after Yang Jian, gasping for breath, intent on killing him.
But Yang Jian ran too fast. Although he was unarmed and not strong, he was agile, which was an advantage.
"You, as a leader, are such a coward, not daring to face us head-on, but instead turning and running away like a coward. Do you not even have the courage to fight to the death?" someone taunted loudly.
"Catch up with me first if you can, and then talk. If you can't outrun me, how do you plan to kill me? Dream on."
Yang Jian retorted without hesitation.
