"How audacious," muttered the white-robed king, eyes fixed on the receding form of the king corpse. Fury bubbled within him. He had intended to spare these two interlopers from the six clans and three sects. Yet, they doggedly pursued him.
"Do you really think that I, a king realm expert, am weak?" he shouted. His roar sent the surrounding wildlife fleeing in fear.
As the echoes faded and tranquility returned, the fierce expression on the white-robed king's face vanished. Wiping away the blood at his mouth's corner, he pondered deeply. "Are they just buying time?"
His gaze fell upon the late Sacred Heart Sect disciples from the five major sects who approached him anxiously. "King, are you alright?" they enquired, kneeling reverently.
"I'm fine," he reassured them, dismissing them with a wave. As he had expected, their ambush had failed to be effective. The prowess of his adversaries was beyond their capabilities.