Ming Hao was stunned. Ming Yue was stunned. Everyone present was stunned.
They suddenly realized how incredibly cunning Ye Xiu was. This was clearly a trap for him, but in the end, he had played them all.
"Run!"
The six men in black came to their senses and scrambled to flee, not even having the courage to face Ye Xiu.
"Don't waste your energy. You're not getting away."
Ye Xiu reached his right hand toward the six men. He made a grasping motion in the air, and they were forcibly pulled back toward him. He then clenched his fist.
The six men in black simultaneously spat out mouthfuls of blood, their faces filled with terror. They realized that Ye Xiu hadn't even touched them; a single casual gesture had critically injured them all.
My God! This is no Great Grandmaster. This is a damn War God!
"So," Ye Xiu began, picking up one of the men's knives and toying with it, "how do you want to die?"
