"Cut his legs off!"

Blinded with fury, Linson did not hesitate any further. He clutched his long sword and charged forward.

Linson wanted nothing more than to kill Darryl immediately. However, the Sect Master had told them to bring the man back alive, so they could only cut off his legs to vent their anger.

At the same time, the other elders rushed into the wood formation as well.

Darryl smiled to himself when he saw them rush into the formation. He was greatly amused.

They were the Sword Sect's six elders—how could they be so ignorant? A bit of provocation was enough to get them to charge into the formation.

"You little b*stard!"

Humiliation washed over Linson as he saw Darryl's smile. He roared, "How can you still smile when you're about to die? Do you think you'll be able to take us down with just some tree trunks? You're far too naive."

As he spoke, Linson's internal energy exploded. He moved to cut Darryl's legs off, and the other five elders moved with him. Yet, the sight