1317 There's Not Enough of You!
In the blink of an eye, Yuan found himself surrounded by four Exiles, all of them exuding immense killing intent.
"Abyssal Quicksand!"
One of them pointed at Yuan's feet, causing the ground beneath him to sink like a quicksand, binding his movements.
"Heart Piercer!"
Another Exile from behind shoved his sword towards Yuan's heart.
However, as if that wasn't enough, the two Exiles at each of his sides were swinging their weapons directly at his neck.
'Are they going to kill him already?! I wanted to capture and torture him!' Xiong Lu cried inwardly as he watched the scene.
Meanwhile, Yuan did not even bother trying to defend himself and stood still in a nonchalant manner.
"What?!" The Exile behind Yuan exclaimed in a shocked voice when he realized that his sword could not pierce Yuan's skin, almost as if there was invisible armor protecting his body.
"Your head is mine!"
A split second later, the Exiles by his side reached his neck with their weapons, but just like the first attack, their weapons were stopped and could not penetrate Yuan's skin, much less take his head.
"What in heaven's name…?"
Everyone there muttered in a dazed voice, as they were unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.
Did the Exiles stop their attack right before they could kill Yuan, or did something stop them? None of the spectators could tell for sure.
"You should put a little more arm strength into your strikes if you want to kill me." Yuan suddenly said in a calm voice.
The Exiles around him suddenly sensed danger and immediately distanced themselves from him, their backs soaked in cold sweat afterward.
"Oh?" Yuan mumbled in a slightly surprised tone. If the Exiles hadn't moved just now, he would've killed them.
"Don't kill him!" Xiong Lu suddenly exclaimed. "If we don't capture him alive, we won't be able to bring out his Exile!"
'I don't think we can kill him even if we tried…' One of the Exiles thought inwardly. He could tell from their failed attack just now that Yuan was a formidable opponent.
"If you want to capture me, you should've brought more people
— a few thousand more Exiles." Yuan smiled.
"You arrogant little bastard…" Xiong Lu gritted his teeth.
He turned to look at the Exiles behind him and roared, "What are the rest of you waiting for?! Get him!"
"Huh? Who the hell are you to command us? And are you really telling everyone here to gang up on a mere child? Laughable."
"If he's just a mere child, then you should have no problem capturing him alone." Xiong Lu sneered back, and he continued, "I think you're scared of him, hence why you're staying back."
"You dare mock me…?"
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