Adam's veins throbbed on his forehead as he watched the two fools lunge at him. Even worse, twenty core disciples followed their charge, their faces contorted into vengeful grimaces and their forceful stomps reverberating in the tomb.
Though he somewhat understood their feelings and perhaps even their readiness to act on suspicions, he couldn't help but click his tongue. Not because of their frustrating accusations nor their numbers but because he would have preferred to teach Ye Feng his place in a duel.
His eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a smirk as the disciples collapsed on his barrier. 'Well, I can just put the weaklings to sleep.'
Before he did, Misha tapped his shoulder. "I hope you're not planning to monopolise all the fun."
Her skin thickened into a lustrous dark armor reminiscent of chitin plates as she raised a playful thumb. "Leave the core and inner disciples to me."
