Chapter 783: Seven hundred and eighty-one, who are you?
Sabo glanced at one of his subordinates, who understood the cue and pulled out a dagger, tossing it in front of Yhan Zhan.
Yhan Zhan looked at the dagger in front of him, his eyes narrowing slightly with a flash of resolute determination. He reached out to pick up the dagger from the ground and, without hesitation, pressed the tip against his own heart, looking towards Sabo, "Brother Sa... thank you for all the years of looking after me and holding me in high esteem... I can only repay your kindness in my next life..."
Having said that, his hand holding the dagger lifted slightly, then he forcefully stabbed towards his own heart.
"Clang!" A small pebble appeared abruptly, striking the dagger in Yhan Zhan’s hand.
"Clatter!" The dagger fell to the ground at the sound.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then turned to look toward the direction from which the pebble had come, only to see a tall male figure exuding coolness and an innate aura of superiority standing there.
But for some reason, none could make out his features; his face was as if shrouded in a layer of mist, mysterious and eerie.
"Who are you!?" Sabo looked at the man before him with a sliver of fear in his heart. Having wandered the martial world for decades, what storms had he not weathered, what sorts of people had he not seen? Yet, this man in front of him incited a twinge of fear deep within him, robbing him completely of the courage to resist.