One of the bandits stuttered out, voice cracking, "Why is a disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect attacking us so suddenly.?
His arms trembled as he lowered his sword and attempted a submissive bow, trying desperately to appease the blood sect disciple.
The other bandit leader, the one at the late stage of Qi Refining, followed along and bowed deeply.
"Please! Spare us! We have nothing against the Divine Blood Sect!"
They pleaded for mercy, explaining that they were only trying to survive. They said they had no quarrel with the great sect.
"Yes! We're willing to leave! We'll give everything we have to honored Sir!"
Han Yu looked at them with a flat gaze.
Then he spoke, and his voice carried a frosty edge that made the driver's spine lock with fear.
"You all are nothing but a cold sore to me and I'm already in a foul mood." Han Yu stated. "Killing you all is was simply a way to relieve my stress."
Every bandit froze again.
