Bab 77: Mini Galactic Beast

Yao Si turned. The only thing in sight less than a hundred meters to the right was a man in a long vintage outfit. The darkness made it hard for her to decipher the details, but in his hands, she could see a sword that he was using to attack the surroundings ferociously. His long hair was already in a mess. He seemed to be injured, for a pungent coppery blood smell filled the air that the wind brought over. 

As the man swung the sword, he shouted at the surroundings in agitation. 

"My life is in my own hands, not the heavens'!

"With its tiny size, the demonic race has no rights for arrogance, I Zan Zichen won't give up until I die!"

That line seems rather familiar...

Self-fulfilling prophecy?

Yao Si grew increasingly more frustrated by the ruckus he was making. Taking a step forward, she called out, "Hey… young man!"