"How can this be?!" They stared in shock at Ezra Zephyr's figure.
The prince lowered his head to glance at the blood on the tip of his short sword, as a sliver of regret flashed in his eyes. He had originally planned on piercing Yang Xuan's throat. Unfortunately, the latter was just too slippery, managing to deflect the trajectory of Ezra's thrust at the very last moment.
"Have I become rusty?" The prince asked himself.
Fresh blood splattered onto the ground with a light shake of Efsa.
He did not look back at Yate Eplison as he said, "It seems that I'll have to work a little harder to kill your ass here…"
Under the attention of the innumerable watching gazes, Yate Eplison slowly turned his head to look at the wound on his shoulder. His face seemed to twitch faintly as an extremely vicious and sinister look flooded out little by little.
"I'm going to…" He stopped turned his gaze towards the prince and continued. "Tear you apart today!"