"Alright."
The God of Thieves shouted excitedly, pulling out a handful of darts from his chest and waving them around. With fierce eyes, he glared at the members of the Tai Chi Sect and said, "Senior Brother Liu, sorry about this, but under the captain's orders, I must take your lives. I'll try to be gentle."
Liu Ji's face turned ashen, his heart in his throat.
He deeply understood one thing: just now, the God of Thieves could have stolen even his underwear. If he intended harm, one could say that by now, he might already be a corpse.
It was precisely because of this realization that he found the God of Thieves to be extremely confident, so confident it was frightening.
"Form up! Attack!"
Though Liu Ji was afraid, he did not intend to sit still and wait for death. He shouted to the Tai Chi Sect members, lifted his hand, and prepared to use his Inner Strength.
Whoosh whoosh!
