C1298 An Unorganized Mob

"The Martial God's ultimate warrior!"

The crowd recoiled in terror, their expressions etched with fear.

"Hmph... A ragtag bunch." Qi Heng sheathed his blade, his face etched with scorn as he surveyed the fearful throng.

Their cheeks flushed with shame at his words. These were hot-blooded warriors who had faced death before, yet they had been cowed by his blade