"Thinking of leaving? And letting you inform the others?" Zheng Busu sneered.
"Are you insane? We were already leaving, and you still want to kill us?" the Martial Artists from the Western Territory retorted angrily.
"You have two options," Zheng Busu said coldly. "Either you surrender quietly and stay here until we're done collecting the Spiritual Spring, after which you can go, or you can all die here."
"Dream on! We Martial Artists of the Western Territory will never let you capture us. Everyone, break out!"
The ten furious Martial Artists from the Western Territory were not ordinary people. They were all accomplished fighters and prodigies of their generation, each under thirty years old. Each one possessed immense pride, making it impossible for them to surrender so meekly. Who knew if their captors would simply kill them all after tying them up? By then, it would be too late for regrets.
"Then die!" Zheng Busu sneered and attacked again.
