Baiyu looked at these people, frowned, and an invisible spirituality spread at that moment.
Their movements paused.
"Are you interstellar slave traders?"
Baiyu stared into their eyes, his voice like water from a ghostly pool, causing the group to fall into confusion.
The few men were only dazed for a brief moment.
They immediately snapped back to their senses, gazing at Baiyu with extreme ferocity.
"Huh?"
Baiyu was slightly taken aback, apparently surprised that these low tier Martial Artists could regain consciousness so quickly.
"Kid, knowing we're part of the slave organization, you still dare meddle?"
In an instant.
The group launched an attack on Baiyu directly, a situation where words weren't exchanged before action, leaving Baiyu somewhat bewildered.
Then.
After a short and rapid bout of fighting sounds erupted.
The group lay on the ground, unconscious.
