This was his territory, where he could summon his men at any moment.
Was he truly going to fear an outsider, a mere boy?
Liu Bully clenched the dagger in his hand, flanked by two brawny men standing behind him, one wielding an iron rod and the other holding a watermelon knife. The three of them stared at Guo Yi with a ferocity that twisted their features grotesquely.
Guo Yi sneered disdainfully.
The ways of mortal combat were indeed myriad and bizarre, some believing that aura could kill a man, others that actions could, and still others that even a mere facial expression could take a life. Little did they know, a Cultivator had a thousand ways to kill.
"You have three seconds to make a decision," Guo Yi said with an icy tone.
"Fuck!" the opponent cursed in rage.
Without waiting for Guo Yi to speak, Liu Bully immediately charged forward, the bright gleam of the dagger aiming viciously for Guo Yi's throat.