Shi Tie had been following quietly at Xiang Yi's side — still, obedient, practically invisible.
But the moment Xiang Yi's order reached his ears, he broke into a charge, plowing into the crowd blocking their path like a freight truck.
The men up front immediately swung their blades at Shi Tie, but he didn't dodge a single strike. He let the knives land, shredding his cloak and carving gashes into his flesh.
No blood sprayed. There was only the flesh itself, knitting back together at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Unlike the thugs with their blades, Shi Tie carried no weapon of his own.
He simply used his grotesquely powerful body as a battering ram and slammed straight into them, sending every last one of the men flying.
Literally flying.
Everyone who dared stand in Shi Tie's path was launched three or four meters through the air, with no more ability to resist than a handful of day-old chicks.
