Chapter 62: Five Seconds Are All I Need
As someone in the midpoint of the Physique Transformation realm, having to listen to the crap this guy kept spewing was an insult to his martial prowess. The frustration made Shen Kai take a quick decision.
If Han Xuhan had any trump cards, he would have played them before degrading himself like this. What a righteous cultivator valued the most was his honor.
Besides, what can a cultivator with such a weak aura even do to him? This Crimson Snow Sect disciple barely seems to have scratched the surface of Mystic Arts, let alone set foot in the other, less travelled paths.
On the other hand, Mu Ran was waiting inside the tunnel. That guy was a real opponent, someone he couldn’t see through.
Shen Kai’s instinct told him that taking care of Mu Ran would be difficult. He had to finish up the work on this side as fast as possible lest Mu Ran should suspect something.
The distance between Han Xuhan and Shen Kai was barely Ten steps. As Shen Kai stepped forward and raised his dagger like a reaper ready to harvest a life, the soil underneath his foot felt slightly uneven.
He didn’t pay such a minor detail any heed, but he noticed a sudden shine in Han Xuhan’s tearful gaze.
Had Shen Kai paid attention to what lay under his heel, he’d have seen a single, ordinary-looking shoe.
Shen Kai’s body leaned forward and his right hand swung in a fluid arc. But before the dagger reached Han Xuhan’s throat, he noticed a cunning smirk replacing Xuhan’s pleading expression.