Chapter 881: Those Drunk on Past Glory Are as Good as Dead (1)

“Aaaargh!”

A blade tore through a shoulder, leaving a long, bloody gash across a side. The attackers who had lashed out in a frenzy were now realizing, firsthand, the consequences of their emotional, reckless strikes against cold, calculated counterattacks.

“N-no!”

“We have to escape!”

They weren’t stupid, even if they were cruel by nature.

If they lacked the ability to assess a situation, they wouldn’t have maintained their infamy in the brutal Jianghu of the south for so long. The moment they sensed the tide turning …