The scarred lieutenant stepped forward, voice booming. "Li Wuji! You've led us to slaughter for your greed! Tonight you fall!"
Li Wuji merely laughed.
Not a loud enough to startle, yet audible enough for those present.
A soft, cold chuckle that chilled the marrow.
He didn't bother drawing his black saber, the blood cultist merely spread his arms slightly.
"Come," he said. "Let the weak test their worth." Yuan Yi stood at the edge of the chaos, her expression unreadable to the masses. The woman was composed and observed her surroundings carefully, as though weighed by choices she alone understood.
Li Wei watched, unmoving.
The storm had begun.
And he needed to decide,
Whether he should intervene now?
Or let the vipers devour each other?
He inhaled slowly.
"When two tigers fight, the mountain shakes," he murmured. "But when one tiger is rabid…" His gaze hardened. "…a third will often opt to strike, or to wait."
