Chapter 599 Their Crimes Don't Warrant Death?

A bellow echoed throughout the night sky. Down on the battlefield, the coarsely-dressed young man's expression shifted dramatically. He immediately put away his little red cauldron, turned, and ran. Boom! A streak of sword light came slashing down, quick as lightning. The young man dodged, and the sword light missed him by a hair, cleaving a hundred-foot rift into the ground and scattering mud. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The young man still wanted to flee, but several figures had...